The man known as as The Lone Wanderer looked over the ruins of Riverbridge with grim satisfaction. He hadn't been in time to save the town from it's fate, but at least the cannibal scum had paid with their lives.
He had seen many such scenes in his life. As a child before the asteroid his father had been in the highway patrol, and after, as society collapsed and leaving his family at home became more dangerous than not, he'd started bringing him along as the collapsing government tried to maintain some semblance of order. It hadn't worked of course, no one had really believed it would, but good men still had to try. Eventually they had become vigilantes of the road, preying upon those who preyed upon others.
Everyone dies, good men sooner than most. The Wanderer had carried on alone until the old Highway Patrol car had finally died, and then made his way on foot.
This New town of Carnac seemed to have it's head on straight, good people not afraid to fight for other good people, perhaps his wandering was over. But as he looked at the burning wreckage of one of the Battle Vehicles from the Hub his palms itched, right on his old steering wheel callouses, and he wondered if maybe Carnac couldn't use some Armored Cavalry of it's own...
