Anxiety - Palaye Royale

There was little that could compare to the heat of the California sun. There was also little that could compare to the way he watched you; like a predator stalking his prey. The apocalypse was nuclear, leaving a barren wasteland in its wake. Mad Max style. You had seem him before, motorcycles circling him while he trudged along, hand bound behind his back with a chain and dragging a wooden cross behind him.

Now, apparently you had joined his little group. The Bastards, they called it. Comprised of you, Remington, his brothers and a few other stragglers.

The night air didn't bring any comfort or refuge from the heat. That didn't seem to bother the boys though, as they lit fires and took off their gas masks.

He was like a demon, so full of rage yet it had as clear as day that he was just as broken as you were, if not worse.

"You're going to need to liven up if you want to survive out here. There might be a raid soon, heaven knows if you're stuck being a little fucking recluse than they're just going to eat you alive." He laughed as he came to stand beside you, watching you stare off into the flames.