Utah, the home to many Tribes or post-war america. Where the rocky canyons divided the land. Where you can find life under every rock. A most beautiful land, rich with potential like many other lands where the Tribals dwell like Nevada, Idaho and Colorado. But some tribes did not get along, some slaughtered each other. Some united under a flag.
Not many caravan companies can make it through Utah without mass casualties, but some are lucky enough to get through with out a scratch. One company called the Radscorpion Express has to make it through Utah to deliver supplies to a certain tribe and then head to New Canaan. This caravan company has a unique set of employees, only for unique jobs.
"We can stop right here!" Chris called to the two people behind him. Right to the side of the trail was a old, pre-war lodge. The lodge had a large sign above it and parking lot that held a few cars including a police car and a ranger truck. The sign above the building was tipping on its right side, but had not completely fallen off its hinge.
"Simon can come with me to look around in the building" Chris Instructed motioning Simon to come along.
"And what about me oh great leader?" Jack mocked.
"Build the camp or something" Chris replied, opening the door to the building.
"Oh Sure, make the old ghoul carry all the supplies and set everything up" Jack protested but before he could continue the door to the building had shut.
Inside the building where shelves of old pre-war food and useless items. But the building must of been a general goods store as there was plenty of ammo and a scoped hunting rifle mounted on the wall.
"Sweet!" Simon exclaimed "Now we actually have some way to defend our self, since we lost out guns in that rock slide yesterday." Simon lifted the gun off the shelf, struggling to keep it in his arms and not fall over due to its weight. Inspecting the gun, Simon noticed that the the bolt mechanism is jammed and may need replacing. Simon opened the front door of the building a told Jack about the gun and that it needed a new bolt.
Jack started to look around for any signs of weapons or parts. Jack spotted the Ranger truck, in which he found a broken rifle in with the bolt intact. Jack removed the bolt from the gun and pocked it. Suddenly Jack felt something poke into his back. Jack dropped the gun.
"Who are you outsider?" a voice asked.
"Were with the Radscorpion Express" Jack spat out hastily. The object stopped pointing into his back, and Jack was turned around to face a group of six to seven Tribals all wearing deer antlers and wielding axes and spears.
"We are the Lone Stags, an ally of the Bronze Hounds, the ones you are delivering supplies to." the tribal explained.
Simon and Chris came out to find Jack talking to the Tribals, and after some explaining the Tribals set off with them to the Bronze hounds camp.