Climbing. It seemed like it was the only thing I did these days, well atleast these past few weeks. My dirt bike had run out of gas so I decided to leave the road and cut through some rocky hills, my mistake. Those "rocky hills" had turned into a wasteland of precipices and cliffs. I was lost. Lost and climbing, yah gotta love it. But being lost was the least of my problems. The tribe of Eligos; a group of raiders, had their headquarters among these hills. I had been stealing supplies from them, and know they were bent on killing me. I heard the sound of yelling in the distance, they were drawing closer. The sun was setting as I came to the top of another hill. I sighed with relief as I saw a road before me. “This should take me to a haven.” I said to myself. Running down the hill I saw an old barn. 'That should do for tonight.'

I woke up, the sun in my eyes, I had overslept. I opened a can of beans and ate in silence. Contemplating what I should do next. I looked around at my surroundings, 'This old barn could fall down any minute.' I got up a dusted of my jeans and shirt. I had a piece of clothe draped over my shoulders and my left arm, it also covered my face against the elements. I wore light armor on my left arm and leg. Picking up my pack, I left the barn, fixing my bandana on my head. 'No raiders in sight.' I thought to myself. I started down the road. "Hope this brings me somewhere."

Now instead of climbing, I was walking, for 7 hours, in the blazing sun. Frankly, I prefer riding. I started seeing shapes in the distance, was I halucinating? I drew closer and saw some men going the same direction as me. Hiding behind cover to cover, I slowly overtook them. They had camels, and a truck. Traders most likely. There were three travelers too, all carying AK-47s. I called out in greeting, putting my hands above my head. The traders got behind their truck and the travelers came towards me.