Krez found himself in a high street, there were torn down houses and broken street furniture everywhere. Krez looked at some of the people on the streets. Some walked in gangs, armed with large weapons, obviously adventurers or raiders. Others were wearing uniforms and holding pre-war revolvers, obviously the police.
Krez walked up to a police officer.
Krez: Excuse me! Sir!
Officer: What is it Tribal?
Krez: Where can I find a room?
Officer: This town don't like tribals..... If you want my advice, either change your image or get out of town. And stay away from the streets after nightfall the Kobras and Jets come out then.......
The officer walks away towards a store.
Krez walks into a store labeled : Gear
Inside there are shelves lined with tins of food, ammo and weapons. Krez walks towards a attendant.
Attendant: What is it Tribal?
Krez: Have you got any kind of clothes I can buy?
Attendant: Follow me......
The attendant leads them to a room filled with various sort of metal armor, leather jackets and hardened leather armor. Krez inspects a suit of metal armor.
Attendant: 600 coins....
Krez: 600 coins?!
Krez walks up to the attendent. Krez pulls out his shotgun and closes the door.
Krez: How about a gun owners discount?
Attendant: Sure, take it!
Krez knocks the attendant tunconcious with the butt of his gun before changing into the armor. Krez takes a rucksack off a shelf and strips the attendant and piles all of his stuff into the bag.
Krez walks out of the room calmly and with the money he just gained, buys himself some shell for his shotun, a map, a flashlight and some batteries and some tinned food and a tin opener. He then goes outside and walks towards, where his map says is the next town......
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