• Years after the Apocalypse in 2012, civilization was just starting to get back on it's feet, settlements and towns were starting to spring up in every direction, and even the casinos in Vegas were rebuilt and reopened. Everything was coming back together in a ragged, post-apocalyptic way. Even as civilization began anew you still had to worry about the savages and raiders who hadn't quite adjusted back to civilization. The wasteland was one big ******** up ecosystem chock full of predators, prey, and symbiotic relationships. You had trade caravans and travelers who relied solely on the mercenaries in between towns to protect them from raiders, gangs, and actual literal predators. Drug addicts relied on pushers to get their next fix, and pushers preyed on the weak-willed. Everyone in the wastes was desperately trying to survive, everyone had a reason to live whether it was drugs or revenge. This is a story about the latter. The story begins on a lonely road with a rag-tag group of three mercenaries performing odd jobs just to scratch by.