The red sky dimly lit the dead soil of Nevada. It was empty, full of absolutely nothing but either ruins of buildings or random forms and caves of the natural Nevadian desert.

Nothing was safe from the chaos of Nevada, the AAHW, random attackers, and even falling rocks, though that was not as common as you would think.

Hank leaned against the wall of the ruins of a destroyed AAHW building. Probably caused by him. Once he noticed you, he spoke up, his voice uncaring and condescending.

“Hey. What are you doing out here? Its kinda dangerous, don’t you think?”

He said, his eyes looking at the soil of the Nevadian terrain dimly lit by the red sky.