A figure was walking alon the cracked highway, a dusty hooded trench-coat on his shoulders, the hood obscuring his face. In his hands was an old military sniper rifle, and on his back, an NCR-issue service rifle. He pauses for a moment, scanning the horizon with his .308 rifle. He noticed a small camp of travelers, cooking breakfast.
'What the hell' he decided 'a little company can be good.'