Wasteland Courier

As I was being attacked by a pack of black-backed hounds, that man strode past across the battered wasteland with his “army,” looking as though he were declaring, “The wasteland is my home.” The man casually saved my life, then introduced me to his company, Thousand Autumns Express. And so I became a courier in this wasteland. A courier who delivers letters, and one who pieces together the truth of history.