The year is 2102 a young survivor surviving a harsh wasteland full of raiders mutants and mutated sea life and hostile tribes as he decides the fate of the wasteland around him when the bombs fell there are hardly any friendly faces around but this...
The survivors of the settlement joined Draco and become a small pact of survivors as they walk down the road, they were very highly aware of raiders or any threat as they looked tough but knowing they were somehow terrified in the inside.
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Survivor: by the way my name is Zane
Zane: so, tell me young man what is your name?
Draco: Draco...
Zane: nice to meet you I will let the others greet themselves when they are ready but right now let's get moving and stay sharp and stay alive.
Draco: *nods his head and turns around and keep walking*
As the small group follows Draco on his journey as they heard a radio that's playing big iron but ignored the radio and kept going Wondering what they will hit next as they heard loudly KEEP GOING, I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU TO STOP NOW FOWARD
Zane: fuck it must be slavers taken a group hostage or we going to rescue them or leave them to their masters.
Draco didn't seem to care to much being a hero.
Zane: i guess you don't care ok lead the way Draco.
