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Through the sandstorm the figure appears, stumbling amidst the rubble of the building. An office complex? Or a church maybe. He was south, way south. The storm was getting out of hand, and he needed cover. Walking into the interior of the construct, it became apparent what it was. Pews burned heavily along with the bones of robed figures. It had been 70, maybe 100 years since they died. Not from the war he thought. Kneeling he rubbed the dark burned robe in between his fingers, it was purple before. Hearing the sound, he jerked around, pulling the SMG from his hip aiming it at the man before him.
"Dont Shoot!!! Dont Shoot!!!"
Continuing to point the weapon not saying a word, the man began to speak.
"I saw you come in from the west, i didn't think you were a raider, not alone in all." "I've got some grub in my car if yer hungry." he studdered as he tried to shield his eyes from the storm.
"Car?"
"Yeah, dont know what kind it is, but she keeps me moving. Runs off'a energy cells too, jus like my plasma rifle. Where you headed fren?"
"East. North East." speaking the most he had in months, he lowered his gun. Now somewhat assured he was harmless.
"The names Ceasar, bounty hunter of the west. you gotta name?
"Arkane."
"Arkane eh? whatcha doin in these parts?" Looking over the man. Having dark hair, secretive face, it was hard to judge him. He looked to maybe be about 6' 3" and was strongly built. He carried a bag on his back along with 2 rifles, one of which looked of his own.
"Im not sure."
"Well im heading North so i could take ya a little up and east if ya want."
Staring around Arkane knows this isn't the place, and decides maybe a ride with ceaser isn't such a bad idea.
"Dont Shoot!!! Dont Shoot!!!"
Continuing to point the weapon not saying a word, the man began to speak.
"I saw you come in from the west, i didn't think you were a raider, not alone in all." "I've got some grub in my car if yer hungry." he studdered as he tried to shield his eyes from the storm.
"Car?"
"Yeah, dont know what kind it is, but she keeps me moving. Runs off'a energy cells too, jus like my plasma rifle. Where you headed fren?"
"East. North East." speaking the most he had in months, he lowered his gun. Now somewhat assured he was harmless.
"The names Ceasar, bounty hunter of the west. you gotta name?
"Arkane."
"Arkane eh? whatcha doin in these parts?" Looking over the man. Having dark hair, secretive face, it was hard to judge him. He looked to maybe be about 6' 3" and was strongly built. He carried a bag on his back along with 2 rifles, one of which looked of his own.
"Im not sure."
"Well im heading North so i could take ya a little up and east if ya want."
Staring around Arkane knows this isn't the place, and decides maybe a ride with ceaser isn't such a bad idea.