“Where did he come from?” Asks one of the miners as he
reaches in the unconscious man’s pocket.
“No wallet, nothing.” Two more show up
at the scene. One pours a bucket of water on him.
“What?..Where?..” The man starts to sit up looking very beat
with blood shot eyes and several cuts and bruises all over.
“You were lucky we found you when we did.” Said one of the
rescuers. The evening desert wind kicks up causing the others to secure their
belongings on their wagons while he remains sitting up.
“How long have I been out?” Asked the rescued man,
“Couldn’t tell you, those two there rescued you from being
beaten to death by raiders.” The man attempts to stand up but falls over unable to
support himself completely. The others join in to get him on one of the
floating carts with one of them staying with him in the covered wagon.
“We weren’t able to find any information on you and you
weren’t tracked on the DNA scan system. Where were you headin?” The man
hesitates to answer but remains silent for a moment, looking confused
“I…don’t remember. I thought I was heading to the east end
of one of the Crescent Cities.”
“No, you must’ve been beaten pretty badly. The Crescent
Cities are on the other end of the continent. We are taking you to the
outskirts of Gallon City. It’s somewhat safer there. Do you have any family?
Anyone who we could contact for you?” He asked the confused man looking
skeptical as if it was pointless to ask this.
“I don’t know. What did you say happened to me?”
“What about your name? Do you know your name?” The cart
shakes as the jets fire up. “Nothing huh? Well, how about I call you Janus for
now, until you can remember your real name.”
The party gathers up and tethers the remains of Janus’
belongings as they move west toward the once abandoned Gallon City.
Then what happens?
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