The Old Folk Who Live In The Chernobyl Exclusion Zone
The 1986 Chernobyl disaster blasted the town of Pripyat with dangerous levels of radioactivity, forcing citizens to evacuate. It is now located smack-dab in the middle of a thousand square miles of wasteland known as the Exclusion Zone. You've visited it before, in both Call Of Duty 4 and your nightmares. It's every Fallout game neatly rolled into one, minus radscorpions (but with way more radioactive wolves).
Oh, and people are fucking living there.
Alcohol is a great preservative.
A mere few months after the incident, over a thousand people returned to their homes. They were mostly older and female -- unflappable babushkas who had survived famine, Nazis, and WWII. Throughout all this, they had remained in their farms and houses, so they'd be damned if they were going to let some invisible death molecules chase them away. The Soviet government initially refused them entry back into the Exclusion Zone, but eventually decided they didn't want to tangle with a bunch of old ladies voluntarily heading to Apocalypse Land to fight radioactive wolves.
"We'll let the old people return home," they stated. "They'll die soon, but they will be happy."
"You can take my house keys from my irradiated, dead hand."
Close to 30 years on, there are still around 130 of them kicking about, and anecdotal evidence suggests that the people who returned to the Exclusion Zone tend to live longer and better than their former neighbors. It almost makes sense. Apart from the obvious decay in the urban areas, the Exclusion Zone is by and large unchanged, save for the occasional spirited ticking of the Geiger counter. So the ones who went back got to live a happy if slightly radioactive-wolf-filled life in their homes.