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 dust of Nevada started to get more aggressive, and a dust storm will soon occur as the winds started to blow aggressively.
Delilah: Where's Vegas are we even going the right way I feel like we are lost in this god forsaken desert if we don't find shelter now the dust storm will toast us because i heard stories about the desert here having radioactive dust storms here.
Draco: Let's find somewhere to shelter ourselves from the dust storm what's that over there? It looks a bunker quickly get inside before the storms toasts you.
Draco and Delilah entered the abandoned bunker just in time before the dust storm settled the storm winds were strong shaking the bunker lights the smell was terrible.
Delilah: this place smell like shit did we gave up walking to come in here...
Draco: It was that or have our asses killed by a radioactive dust storm we can make this bunker our base for now.
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Delilah: your right that's a good idea I wish Zane was here it's sad to see him get killed by the blood lake tribe.
Draco: blood lake tribe?
Delilah: yeah, the tribe that ambushed us back in that town in Utah.
Draco: that's the name of that tribe I never heard of them.
Delilah: how come? Where are you from?
Draco: Arizona...
Delilah: damn you must have had it tough I heard thousands die either because of the unbearable heat or the raiders.
Draco: I prefer not to talk about it I'm going to sleep...
Draco and Delilah rests for the new day that faces them and preparing for the unknown the dangers await in the deserts of Nevada.
