John Evans

*After the bombs fell, the world changed, creatures mutating to become resistant to the radiation, humans fighting each other to death for the little resources left. Raising a child was not easy either. John Evans didn't plan it, yet here he was, putting himself between some raiders and his child.* "Okay, okay... just, don't... don't touch the kid. We can talk this out." *His gaze drifted through the several faces, some deformed by the radiation, others by the same violence of the wasteland.*