[M e w]

Just as Shaun was about to walk back to the front of the raiders' base, he heard static erupt from the radio.
"Grieves, inspect the town. We're cleaning up our guys, so you can just see if any of the civilians have any information on the raiders," the soldier on the other end said to him.
Shaun sighed heavily internally.
Why the fuck should I talk to them? The raiders are dead, any intell shouldn't matter anymore... he thought to himself.

He turned back around, facing the other man there.
"You still here? Excuse me," he said to him as he shoved his way past. Dust rose up as his boots grinded against the cracked ground. This place was one of the worst towns he'd seen.
Corpses lined the streets, animal and human both. The starving faces that peeked out of the windows filled him with dread. Those hollow faces of young kids made him think of himself, before he became a mercenary. Always hungry, scavenging for the least bit of scraps.
He shook his head, forcing the thoughts away,
There was nothing he could do, so why linger on it?