Nikoh had been walking with the sun to his back for a good couple hours or so, the western Mudos heat making the leather of mask irritate his face. All he had to show for his days trek was the grinding of the joints in his pants from all the dust that had gathered within.
A lone truck blew past the dirt road next to Nikoh, billowing out exhaust smoke and gusts of dust, Nikoh shielded his eyes against it whilst instinctively hovering his hand over his old T-1 Pistol. As the dust cloud settled he saw the hazy outline of a settlement. He wiped the dust from his stained visor and continued down the road.
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