The Badlands-
While the sun was overhead, the smilodon wore sunglasses to traverse the radiated land. Collecting scrap for his settlement that, by now, was far away. Exhaling, he bent down and picked up a few wires that he fished out of a small pond. They at the very least looked salvageable, and maybe he could get some running power in the shack he called home. Thanks to his resistance to radiation, but not a complete resistance, living here in the badlands was ideal for him. Growing his own food with what little he could steal from the edges of the other biomes, even if it was a long trip back and forth.
And even if the animals he could catch over time were irradiated, cooking the meat usually got most of the radiation out. Fuchsia paw pads leaving tracks in the dirt, the cream fur around his toes were nearly blackened. Bathes were few and far between since finding water to boil then bathe in would only make them run out of drinkable water faster. The only clothing he bore were ripped jean shorts, the pockets still in good enough shape to carry seeds he could pick up along the path he were traversing. When coming to a fork in the path, he decided left over right this time. See if his snare caught anything for tonight's dinner. At feeling the sun beating down on his back, he exhaled, hoping to find at least a small puddle from the recent rain.
The edge of the badlands was a rather peculiar place, where a nearly glowing biome meets the edge of a teeming forest. Out of which small animals came to be caught in traps and dragged back to the village in which he lived with others who had their fair resistance to radiation. Fortunately for him when he came upon the snare, it had caught something larger this time. The poor deer looked as if it had been lying dead here for at least a few hours. Meaning the meat was still fresh. Gently scratching his leg before he set down the scrap, he bent down and undid the snare around its leg. Having to sacrifice at least most of the scrap to carry the deer back. Before he would pick it up, he shoved the wiring in his pocket as well as the solar panel pieces in his other three pockets. Not wanting to lose what he could gather for electricity.
Finally he hoisted the deer up into his arms and started a fast walk back toward the village, following his own footprints. It took approximately an hour and a half getting back, since even with his fast walk, the deer's weight slowed him down considerably. When arriving at the village, other scruffy looking predators looked excited for him to have brought back some meat. It was awhile since their last good meal, and having been so fortunate to catch something so big would be a good night for them. Leaving the carcass to four of the others, he would let them prepare and get it over a fire. Exhaling sharply, Alistair would return to his shack and look over his belongings. Rubbing his face roughly before he would take off the scratched up sunglasses and set them on the cot made out of metal piping and deer skins. In the little shack was a small chest for his belongings, upon opening it were other wires of the same material and a few other pieces of solar panels. Taking the pieces out of his pockets, he put them in and closed it again.
