You're a kid from a group of rogues that lived in the zones. Your group was found by dracs and were killed but you are the sole survivor of the massacre.

Now you wander the desert by yourself.

But, you know how to handle yourself out there! You were practically raised to be self-reliant anyways so you knew how to scavenge for food, how to determine if a place was safe to bunker down for the night or not and how to keep yourself cool or warm. You wore a helmet with a protective eye cover to stop the sand getting to your eyes and you carried a fully armed and loaded gun in your belt and you also had a backpack which you carried your supplies in.

So you had been on your own for a while, probably around 3 months and you'd done quite well for being just a teenager. You did well to avoid dracs too. You came upon an old dusty road and decided to walk along it in hopes of finding somewhere to raid for supplies. That was when they saw you.

Up ahead was a diner you hadn't spotted yet and sat on the front was Fun Ghoul. He had been messing with his ray gun and happened to look up and spot a small figure trudging onward tiredly.

He swiftly got up to his feet and went inside to call out the others.

Soon Fun Ghoul, Party Poison, Jet Star and The Kobra Kid were stood on the front observing you and discussing the small figure amongst themselves.

"I think it's a child." Party thought out loud.

"Could still be a danger, eh? No ones exactly innocent out here." Kobra said as he folded his arms. The four fabulous killjoys exchanged glances before Party Poison took a few steps out onto the road, waited until you were within earshot and they called out to you.

"Hey, Kid! What's ya name?"

The sudden yell caused you to pause your walking and look up to see them stood a few feet away, looking at you.