Death, The Kid. has not received any gifts yet
I find myself looking over the desert from the mesa I've been living on for the past couple of years. I get radio messages from others like me and a few groups. With winter here things are slow, no work for me. Yet my stores are holding strong. Being all alone, I don't need much. I find that if I stay alone, I have no one to worry about but myself. That keeps me focesed on my job. As a sole surviver, I take jobs the military won't do for the best trades around. With money being no good anymor
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