The Genjin walked purposefully down the road. His wide-brimmed hat covered his face from the beating sunlight. Hidden in the bushes lining the road, a group of heavy raiders charge the lone figure, some firing a barrage of rounds from their the bent and twisted pile of scrap they used as weapons.
Smoke and dust erupted around the spot where the deadly rounds had made their target where the Genjin had been standing. The Raiders pause before running into the cover. Too late, the scream in rage as the Genjian materializes in their midst. As the last of the smoke disperses, the bodies of the Raiders lay all around him, a few of the Gravemind tendrils already reaching up to pull the limp forms into the earth.
Unperturbed, the Genjin stepped deftly over their dead bodies as he continued up the road.
“Nothing will stand in my way until the all the fallen have been put to rest”, he murmured, He continued eastward, towards El Dorado.
“I hear Greenzone wants to dissolve the council. Not sure anyone would notice. When’s the last time the council solved any problems in this town?”
“That’s true, but you got it all wrong. It’s the Trade Union wants the council gone. And not for our benefit, mind you. The mayor’s kissing their ass to keep open these trade routes, but what good it ever bring the town? It’s just a bunch of Peacocks looking for ways to line their pockets.”
“Holy Wood. That’s who’s really in charge.”
“Holy Wood? They don’t give a solid gold shit what happens in this town.”
“So wait, who wants to kill everyone on the council?”
The young Remnant played near the river, splashing in the water and singing a song. The laughter of the child could be heard as far as Main Street, her giggles lighting up the overcast morning. Suddenly the child stopped, seeing a mound of fur the size of a coyote pup. Being curious, the Remnant cautiously walked over. The closer she got, she realized it was breathing.
“Hullo?” She asked the prone animal. A head rose up to greet and sniff her the closer she got. “New friend?” She asked the creature and immediately picked it up.
The child giggled more as she ran up the main road and into town. As she passed by a townsperson, they looked down at her in disgust, a look the Remnant was used to already with her face being distorted by a patch of disfigured scales. She walked on into the tavern and up to her Saltwise guardian who was currently eating a bowl of stew.
“Look, Ama! I gots new friend!” The child lifted the creature upwards, a small squeak escaping its snout. The Saltwise took one look and screamed, stew flying everywhere. The creature was covered in sores and stitches. It's body contorted, limbs not in the right place.
“What the fuck, Mella? What the hell is that deformed mess?”
The little girl looked down at the disfigured creature. The head the size of a rabbit, ears flopped down, the nose smashed inward and sniffing at the child. She set the creature down, blood now covering the tattered shirt she was wearing. The creature moved its legs feebly, but it lacked the strength to do much more than that. The hind legs stuck out the sides and looked to have come from a feline of some sort, the claws only barely scratching at the ground.
“Is new friend. Is mixed liked Mella! Will take good care,” with that, she picked the animal back up and walked out of the tavern, the Saltwise, mouth gaping, watching her as she walked off.
The Dj clenched his handle bars tighter and revved the engine a little bit higher, urging his Crotch Rocket faster and faster through the wastes. A cold sweat trickled inside his goggles and his heart was still racing; he had narrowly avoided calamity. Over the ridge to his left there run a thundering horde of Raiders, faintly audible over the shriek of the wind. Like a storm, they spilled through the canyons and marshes, seething in their rage and tearing through everything in their path.
He knew he'd been spotted, he had to get away. In his terror, the DJ pushed his ride faster, passing the red line. Smoke began pouring from the engine as it seized and locked solid. Ice running in his veins, verging on blind panic, he managed to slow the bike to a halt. He laid it down and turned, knife ready, to fight for his life from the incoming horde, but to his surprise, they hadn't noticed at all. They just continued to roil and run in one direction, the direction, to the DJ's dread, towards El Dorado.
A Retrograde stumbled into the bar with patches of blood staining his shirt “Sir are you okay!?!?” the barmaid shouted “do i look okay?!? They got me, they are coming!” the retrograded spat at the ground, the bloody spots growing larger by the minute “What is it!?!? Zed?!? Raiders?!?!?” “No… Wor-” there was a crack from the back of his head as he slumped over to the floor, the barmaid fled in the night as they devoured the rottie, bit, by bit.