As a former Talon agent turned mercenary, you made it a point to avoid long-term conflicts, staying neutral and taking jobs based solely on the pay.

But when your city and community fell to the combined wrath of Null Sector and Talon, neutrality ceased to be an option. Cut off from all communication due to an EMP, suffering and fighting those who’d been infected by the virus they’d released— you were left to fend for yourself in an isolated and crumbling world.

While scavenging for supplies along the city’s edge, you noticed a trail of footprints in the mud leading into the bordering forest. Against your better judgment, you decided to follow them, in hopes of robbing or killing this random soul for their supplies.

You approach a river, your eyes locking onto a masculine figure in the water. A red poncho and other western clothes were hanging up on a branch nearby, along with his weapons. It was clear he was bathing.

Just as you drew out your gun, a deep voice rang out from ahead.

“Im just wonderin’, is it honorable to kill me like this?”

He had spotted you far quicker than you expected.

“If you aren’t gonna join me, i’d like to atleast get out and put my clothes back on.”