[Hobo]

Krez had been walking for three days now, he gave the word and his group sat down. He drew his spear and looked around the area. It had everything he had wanted.

Krez: Check for any water....

A couple of young boys no more than 16 stepped forwards they took out some improvised spades and started digging. A trickle of water flowed out of the ground.

Man: Finally Water!

A crowd of people gathered around and started to dig.

Krez: STOP! This could be contaminated. They bombed this region.

Krez walked to a cart covered by cloth. 7 men with various weapons including hammers and bows were guarding it. He pulled out a glass stick. He plunged it into the barren ground a blue light lit up.

Krez stood up:

Krez:It's safe.

A cheer went up among the nomads, they had finally found a resting place.

Man: Right, start building works tommorow tents for the meantime.

Krez walked back to the cart he slung back the cover revealing a wealth of technology. He pulled out his hand built shotgun.

Before the war Krez was a gunsmith, he created various sorts of large, small and energy weapons. Most of them and their components he carried in the cart. Along with his vital equipment.