The Scorched Enclave, Lost Angels.

The moonlight glints over the piles of skulls at the west of the Scorched Enclave, with wrecks of Merkava tanks and T-90s along the long buried I-90, while Mother Courages and Eurasian cyborgs pick at the corpses of soldiers and vehicles alike.

Scav Girl peers over an ash-swept concrete wall, getting a direct line of sight with the yellow glow of an emergency flare inside of an overhead tunnel across a line of derelict T-90s.

"Fuuuuuuck." She moaned quietly, her face falling at the sight of a few scramblers guarding the tunnel extraction. She dips back behind cover, brass checking her P-90 and letting out a frustrated growl at what little fucking ammo she has compared to the stockpiles of 5.56 in her Rig.