Max pulled his car out of the range of a Roadkill camp, looking for supplies. After scouting out the place and finding very little guards, he grabbed what he could for the first haul. Bandits were dead by his gun, their bodies looted as well. As Max dropped off his first haul, he came to find more supplies, to find anything that might be important and cannot be missed. Sensing something strange, he whirled around, pointing his gun at a pile of junk. "Betta come out, or I start shooting."