Name: Markus Warsak
Status: Healthy
Location: Outside of City
Items (4/4): [1/4] on back, 6 string acoustic, [3/4] in bag, Geiger counter, M1911 pistol (one clip), misc items.
Gained: nothing
Lost: nothing
Wearing: NBC (Nuclear, Biological and Chemical) hooded coat, gas mask, etc.
Backstory: Markus is traveling with a caravan of traders from the northern Midwest, since little to no nuclear activity has happened there, the area is thriving.
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A caravan of off road vehicles rumbled down a highway, the lead vehicle flashed its parking lights- twice, the entire convoy began to slow, then stopped. Men jumped out of their trucks, armed and jumpy.
The lead hummer opened its doors, three people got out, the first, was a large and commanding man. He was the head of this trip; the other two were his scouts, they simply called him the manager.
"We'll stop here and set up camp, Max and Kasey, tomorrow its gonna' be your jobs to find a good place in the city for our... businesses." He said- a greedy look on his face.
"Check the area boys! We don't want to burden ourselves with buryin' bandits tonight!"
The men hurried off, setting a perimeter and setting camp, a technical drove off searching for threats.
Max looked off in the distance, the sun was setting behind the silhouette of buildings that was the city, New York it was called, or something. He had never seen such tall towers in his life, just the flatness of the plains.
Kasey was Mark’s longtime friend; growing up together they became practically brothers. Kasey was a man of few words, silent and very thoughtful; he was the one reading while Mark was out fighting.
“And about our payments?”
“Oh, do you jobs right, and it’s yours once we enter the city.”
Both scouts smiled at each other, after this little ‘mission’ they’ll be pretty much set, trading, getting rich, and living life to its fullest in the city.
“Remember, your there to find out the news, political climate, best market areas, current governments, and among other things, actually talk to the government about setting up shop for a bit, god forbid we need to turn this thing into a black-market operation.”
The manager paused
“But better believe me, we will if we have to!” He said, chuckling to himself.
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