It was crazy how Waython Hollow city (civilization) was way worse than the wastelands.
Tatehan had come here hoping to live a normal life. To exist like a normal human being, maybe something close to what he'd had back on Earth before finding himself on Mars. A place to sleep, food to eat and people to talk to. Simplicity.
But he'd been shocked to see the exact opposite.
The wastelands had been a place filled with monsters where humans rarely ventured. It was dangerous, deadly, even, but it was… predictable at least.
You knew the rules. Stay alert, don't make noise, kill or be killed. All that stuff.
Any human who went to the wastelands did so for a reason. Usually a damn good one.
They were after cores, valuable ones. The kind that could change your life, upgrade your gear, or save someone you loved.
Kael had been one of those people.
