Episode 7: Family Ties
A mutant named Soren was tending a stall in a small camp. He dealt all sorts of trade, supplies, weapons, armor, food, scrap. Well, maybe not so much in scrap. Obviously the Coalition had that market cornered. Still, he was a rather popular for travelers.
One such traveler began wandering into the camp. He was... strange looking, but then again, everyone was nowadays. He wore dark sunglasses and had close-shaved brown hair. He wore what looked like a prisoner’s jumpsuit, but it was sleeveless. This didn’t faze Soren, he was used to seeing unruly types. The strange part was the fact that he seemed to have old burns all over his body. He was also carrying a large sniper rifle.
The stranger moved to Soren’s table and said, “You got any mags for this gun?” He tossed the rifle down on the table rather forcefully. Soren ignored this and replied, “I think so, yes.” He rummaged through a crate behind him and said, “Here we go!” He dropped them on the table, “That will be 50 cents each.” The stranger took the magazines, “I don’t have money.”
Soren rolled his eyes and nodded at the camp’s security who began to approach. “Look I can’t let you have these if you won’t pay for them,” Soren said.
The stranger said, “To bad for you I guess...”
A mutant named Soren was tending a stall in a small camp. He dealt all sorts of trade, supplies, weapons, armor, food, scrap. Well, maybe not so much in scrap. Obviously the Coalition had that market cornered. Still, he was a rather popular for travelers.
One such traveler began wandering into the camp. He was... strange looking, but then again, everyone was nowadays. He wore dark sunglasses and had close-shaved brown hair. He wore what looked like a prisoner’s jumpsuit, but it was sleeveless. This didn’t faze Soren, he was used to seeing unruly types. The strange part was the fact that he seemed to have old burns all over his body. He was also carrying a large sniper rifle.
The stranger moved to Soren’s table and said, “You got any mags for this gun?” He tossed the rifle down on the table rather forcefully. Soren ignored this and replied, “I think so, yes.” He rummaged through a crate behind him and said, “Here we go!” He dropped them on the table, “That will be 50 cents each.” The stranger took the magazines, “I don’t have money.”
Soren rolled his eyes and nodded at the camp’s security who began to approach. “Look I can’t let you have these if you won’t pay for them,” Soren said.
The stranger said, “To bad for you I guess...”