'What? Something yuck?'

A man wearing nothing but a loincloth walks up to you two. His torso, arms, and legs are covered in raised scars. He grins a great blood stained smile as deep set beady eyes look you over from their sockets

* Nothing matters anymore*

'Sup?' A kid slinks out from behind a pile of rubble

hello, who are you?

'Triley. Not that it matters. Who you? Friend? Or bad person?'

I like to think of myself as a friend provided you’re not with the robots

'Nah, Triley not with robots. Triley not really with anyone now. Except Sarge. Sarge nice'

Well, then that’s good to hear

'Yeah! Sarge good news. Triley thought he had nobody. Sarge look after'

My name is Payton and I am a traveler

'Cool name. Triley kinda traveller. Me and Walden went lots places'

Thank you Triley it is good to be with other people again

'Same. Triley only ever known Walden. Apparently he not normal human.'

Not a normal human what did that mean?

'Normal human not eat... ya don't want know'

Yeah, that does sound bad

'Yeah. But he good though. Always saved best food for Triley, while he ate nasties. Don't know how Triley will survive without'