American Wasteland # 1

A man stood in a deserted settlement just outside the Detroit Ruins. The smell of gunpowder and blood is fresh in the air. This man had just killed 12 raiders. Why may he have done this you might ask? Because this man is a Reaper, his sole duty is to ensure that no raiding, slaving, or mercenary group gets too big for the good of the wasteland. This man wore beige khaki pants with boots that had armor plating on the top of each. He also had on a white shirt under an old duster with an old dusty Fedora on his head. This man’s name is Jack Greven and he just kicked some ass.

Jack’s equipment consisted of 2 bottles of purified water, a can of cram, 2 Remington revolvers at each side of his hips in their respective holsters, 50 bullets for the pistols, a hunting knife that is 1.5 feet long, and his repeating hunters rifle that used a 5 shot clip, and 5 clips for his rifle. Jack had used only 12 bullets from his pistols to kill the raiders who had been responsible for the downfall of Waytown, a settlement east of the Detroit Ruins. Jack had on his wrist a holographic watch which allowed him to pull up a map of 100 mile radius of his current position, tell time, record things, listen to radio stations still broadcasting, and send messages to others with the holo watch or just holo.

Jack pulled up his holo and hit the record button and said,” Date is June 27, 2088, in the middle of the remains of Waytown, have dispatched 12 raiders, no survivors, heading to nearby town of Fairwind to restock and rest for patrol 213, message for Reaper Outpost Bravo.” Jack then hit the send button and the message was sent to its destination. Jack then headed east to the town of Fairwind.
Jack sat at the end of the bar eating his dog steak and drinking some shity beer still being brewed. Guess people have to make a living somehow thought jack as he finished his steak. Even if the currency is bottle caps. The bartender a Creeper as his kind is known as was washing glasses for the midnight rush. Creepers are people who survived the nuclear bombing of 2075 but were outside of the bunkers. Radiation mutated them into zombie looking people and not many like them. Jack however didn’t mind them one bit. The bar whore strolled over to Jack as he took his last swig of beer. Apparently his 6’3” height, dark hair and eyes, and muscular build had attracted her.

“Hey honey name’s Lola and I’m clean as a whistle.” Lola said as she sat on Jack’s lap. Clean meant she had no STDs. “I only cost 100 bottle caps for one night so what do you say sweetie hmm?” she asked as she felt his raging hard-on.

“Well sugar I’m going to accept that offer,” answered Jack and Lola led him upstairs to the second room at the top of the stairs. As soon as that door closed behind them they instantly began to make out with their tongues playing tag in each other’s mouths. Lola took off Jack’s duster and shirt. As she did this Jack ripped her shirt off and undid her bra. She had to have been at least 120lbs because she had amazing C sized boobs. Lola then stripped him down to his boxers and his hard 9 inch cock made them stick up like a tent.