A static ridden radio in the corner being pelted by the open hole in the roof of the Chicken Shack was the only noise made. "Are you lonesome to-to-to-to" Kept repeating itself on the radio as three armed gunmen continued to walk around the Scavenger attempting to make sure he was kept well and bound using what few rope they could manage to get ahold of. One of the armed men was carrying the large robot he'd had with him at his time of capture. The radio continued to skip with each pellet of rain that fell through the roof and ate away at it's already weak exterior.

"Shut that damn radio up!" One of the men said as he tried to walk over to the radio reaching for the radio only to realize that the rain was running a bit too fast for him to risk turning it off. "Let it go man. That shit ain't worth you losing an arm over." Another one of the guards joked as the radio suddenly began to screech quite loudly just as the song continued from its frozen state of repeating the to-to-to sound.

The Scavenger's hat was now filled with holes and several rust spots were sitting on his left hand where the rain had struck him. "This guy's worth all those caps?" The third guy in the room said just as he noticed the burns when the Scavenger attempted to hide them inside of the ragged wrists of his jacket. "Damnit, the guy's hit by the rust rain." He said pointing his rifle at the arms of the Scavenger.

His two associates were quick to stand up and assess the wounds around his wrist from a distance in hopes to see nothing. "Holy shit... what if this guy has Rust-Rot?" One of the guys asked as he backed away from the Scavenger while covering his mouth. "Dude, Rust-Rot doesn't do shit unless you touch it… Right?" He turned and asked the third guy hoping to get some answer that would reassure him. The third raider seemed more terrified than the other two when it came to Rust-Rot.

"Shit, I don't know man. Just take him upstairs with the boss and Jewels. That doctor guy we got should be able to fix him up." The third guy from the group quickly unlocked the door to the upper stairs of the Chicken Shack. "Just don't let him sit here with the rest of us man." The other two men firmly grabbed ahold of the Scavenger's arms and lifted him up. As he was led to the upper level of the place, the thin walls made the falling rain sound so much closer. With each step closer to the upper room, the moans and groans of someone could be heard.

Moans and groans that weren't quite the same as those heard by someone in the mix of pain and pleasure that the Scavenger had come to expect throughout the wastes. But a tired and weakening cry that he'd heard from so many people on their deathbeds. With each passing second the breathing and moans of the person came closer and closer until they reached the top floor and opened it revealing a upsetting common sight amongst the men and women who lived surrounding the Great Lakes Wastes.

In the room the Scavenger noticed the image of what appeared to be a female, or what remained of a female, rusted onto an old metallic desk. A large splatter of rust covered the arms and legs of the young woman while her torso and chest were bare and slowly becoming covered in the same scars symbolizing rust-rot was taking the rest of her body. Over her was their boss who had been known throughout the area as Roaster.

Roaster was a big dark skinned man who pretended to be a Scavenger, and burned anyone who questioned him leaving nothing but a pile of ash in his wake. Him and the other raiders had become so well known that it felt out of place for him to be standing over the body of the Rust-Rot infected woman who had become one with the table. "Boss. We found that Scavenger guy… think he might be infected with Rust-Rot so figured we'd better bring him up here so you and the doc could look at him." Without looking up from the table Roaster began to whimper once again before pushing his hand off to the main office of the room.

Quickly tossing the Scavenger into the main office the two guards ran off in hopes of not having to catch the wrath of their boss for lingering too long. Attempting to sit himself up, the Scavenger came across the image of a long pony-tailed red haired middle-aged man wearing thick sunglasses. A large thick mustache sat on his face, and as he turned away from the radio he'd been messing around with just seconds before the Scavenger's arrival. "Are you sorry we drifted apart?" The radio began to sing out while the Scavenger met with the image of the individual before him.

Removing his glasses for a brief moment revealing two very scarred eyes with pale blue pupils on them, his very oddly marked eyes. His eyes met with the thick dark brown eyes of the Scavenger like the two were shocked to see one another. "Scavenger?" The doctor said before moving over from radio looking down upon the bound individual. "Doctore?" The Scavenger struggled to sit up and responded with the same level of confusion to his voice. The two sat in an awkward silence just as the rust rain continued to roar across the area.

"Tell me Scavenger. How have the past few years been treating you?" The red haired Doctore character grinned for a moment before assisting the Scavenger to his feet.