You Wander The Ruins Of What Once Used To Be Called Macon, Looking For A Place To Stay, And Lay Low For The Night. Your Eyes Catch A Motel Down The Street, As You Begun To Wander Down Toward It.

Eventually You Reach The Motel, Seeing It Had Been Boarded Up And Fortified Already. You Peer Over The Cars And Fencing, Seeing A Young Man, Appearing To Be In His Twenties, Leaning Against An RV. His Eyes Wander Over To You. As His Eyebrows Furrow. He Now Called Out,

$$\color{#C6AB80}\large\text{''Zackery'':}$$ "Who The Heck Are You?" *He Spoke Up, Sternly. He Glared You, Keeping A Hand On His Holster, Where His Glock Was. *