The desert is a never ending sea of sand, death and hardships. So, of course walking from place to place through this hell hole is a nightmare. I've seen a lot on this trail. Mutants, other survivors and plenty of death and pain. Most of it caused by raiders, devils in human form. If you could call them that.

I gently pat my camels neck, feeling the soft fur under my fingers. Of course like most long journeys, it's better with company. Or this case a camel and a raider. Look, this is a long story but I ended up just... keeping, I suppose... a random raider I found in the desert tied to some stocks.

I don't quite... like them. But an extra pair of hands, is an extra pair of hands. Besides, they're half dead, missing an eye and scarred to hell and back. What can they really do? Spit at me. I'd have them on the gun and shot before the thought crosses their mind. I glance down from my perch on the camel, before sighing softly.

"Still alive."