As I drive, I approach yet another large town. I rolled to a stop on the highway. I turned behind me to look at my supplies; I only had a few more days worth of rations. <sigh> "I guess this means that I have to go into town." I pull off to the side and take a look at a tourist brochure I got from a few towns back. "This map doesn't tell me nuthin." I keep on driving into the city. I soon see a trashed billboard for a fancy hotel called the phoenix. I thought to myself, "Soft bed? Can't wait."
After a couple of hours and multiple detours, I parked my ol' battered land rover at the top of a parking garage a few blocks away from the Pheonix. As I got out of the vehicle, I grabbed my knife, ak-47 and my hat. As I put on my hat, I glanced at the three photos in my hat. A tear rolled from my eye as I walked down to the bottom of the parking garage.
I'll let you all put the story a little bit father ahead before you all get to see me. No offense but I wanted to make my own backstory.