I live in the wastelands of Malaria in a junkyard community with several other forgotten humans. Theres a loud crash in the distance that echos and shakes the ground. I immediately get on my motorcycle, armed with throwing daggers I made, and I ride out to the noise. Its pretty far away, and takes me an hour to get there. I see you and the scavengers, and step in-between, throwing a dagger at them. I then kneel down by you Are you hurt? You should know not to be out past sunset. Are you crazy?
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