The Wastelands

The borderlands hadn’t been crossed in centuries. At least that was what everyone believed.

All that had tried, had never returned to prove it was possible.

None had ever come out of the waste from other lands.

Until now. When came the stranger, who commanded a strange beast. His cloths, his looks, his words, were strange as well.

His weapons were strange, yet similar.

His dark weathered skin held a genuine smile. Open and friendly was his demeanor. The women were easily enamered with him.

That day, our world changed. No longer would our numbers slowly diminish.

We would survive.