Vico Mancino
Survival of the stupid...
He had made it out of the cave. How? He had still no clue. Luck favors the stupid - obviously. Just arriving at the Camp outside Dark City's walls... and he had been sniffed up by an albino woman, obviously crazy, insane... speaking about the Saviour, claiming ownership of the land... while raiders and mercs around watched him, the stranger, dealing with the camp-lunatic. Peak wasteland-entertainment.
What he had not anticipated was the fact that there was a whole cave of them. And whoever or whatever this Saviour was - it was a serious matter he shouldn't have lied so carelessly about. A tactical mistake on his side, trying to wave her off, his mind only focused to find a drink and some rest after the long march through the wastes.
Mistakes were made. And survived. Luck was with the stupid. Still, that look in those pale eyes... insanity... yet an innocence that was rare, impossible to find in the wasteland. Those eyes would keep haunting him.
Survival of the stupid...
He had made it out of the cave. How? He had still no clue. Luck favors the stupid - obviously. Just arriving at the Camp outside Dark City's walls... and he had been sniffed up by an albino woman, obviously crazy, insane... speaking about the Saviour, claiming ownership of the land... while raiders and mercs around watched him, the stranger, dealing with the camp-lunatic. Peak wasteland-entertainment.
What he had not anticipated was the fact that there was a whole cave of them. And whoever or whatever this Saviour was - it was a serious matter he shouldn't have lied so carelessly about. A tactical mistake on his side, trying to wave her off, his mind only focused to find a drink and some rest after the long march through the wastes.
Mistakes were made. And survived. Luck was with the stupid. Still, that look in those pale eyes... insanity... yet an innocence that was rare, impossible to find in the wasteland. Those eyes would keep haunting him.