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Zed wakes up in the middle of the night from a bad flashback dream
He could hear faint gunshots in the distance assuming it was a bandit raid
Black was sound asleep but his ears perked up hearing his master rustle

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“Indeed, met him in a junkyard a few months after the gang disbanded and we’ve been together ever since”
Zed lets out a deep yawn
“well looks like its past both our bedtimes kiddo”

 

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“Ex bandit, was the leader in fact, till it got out of hand, it went from just a group of friends fighting the government to a pack of animals, when they killed a whole village of survivors I had had enough, I told them it wasn’t what I wanted, so we disbanded, been years since I talked to em”

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“I-I’m sorry, atleast it was how he wanted”
Zed takes a final shot
“my story is a little more… complicated. I was the child of two survivalists, Mom and Dad where real hippies, trade this for that, piece and love, all that bullshit. Well I didn’t like the idea of that, the peace and love shit, this is the wasteland not fucking Woodstock of 2063. I got involved with hardcore drugs, and anarchy, made my own Bandit group. it was a good life.”

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“ok then, Rage”
Zed takes a hit from his N2O inhaler
“how bout you tell me your story and i’ll tell you mine”

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“ok then, want another soda?”
Zed buys the lone girl another soda
“what what would Mister…Rage have?”

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Zed looks at her puzzled
“I doubt i’m that drunk but I don’t see anyone”

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“Oh is Rage your companion like my Black?”
Zed pets his animal companion

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“I’m Zed, and my furry buddy here is Black Flag, or just Black”
Zed downs another shot and orders another
“This might be a stupid question in times like these but you have parents or family?”

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Zed laughed at her
“Years of practice and alcoholism, which you lack experience in.”
Zed takes her drinks downs it and orders her a soda
“Maybe this’ll be more palatable for ya kid”

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“So you say, but the bandit out there do despicable things, age or gender mean nothing to them”
Zed downs the hard liquor in one gulp and orders another
Black comes over and Zed orders him some morsels to snack on

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Zed notices the young girl across the bar and approaches her
“You look like quite a young lady, mind if I buy you a drink?”
He orders the two drink and continues to talk
“The wasteland is a dangerous place for a little girl, especially on her own”

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Zed parked outside the motel/bar and told Black to stand guard while he checks them in and gets a drink.

Few minutes after Zed comes back out with food for Black and the two retire into the bar.

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Name: Zed
Age: Mid to late  20’s
Gender: Male
What type of person you are: Ex-raider, Junkie, Punk rocker
Your bio: Zed started a small raider gang called the Wasted with his fellow junkies and punk rockers during adolescence, although after seeing the gang murder a bunch of innocent women and children he began having second thoughts and the group disbanded, most of the other members joined other raider gangs and a few also retired looking too wash off their past. After “retirement” Zed attempted sobriety but his alchohol addiction and he still take a hit from his Nitrous Oxide inhaler to keep regulated. In his travels he befriended a mutt and named him BF, after Black Flag, sometimes just referring to him as Black. Now Zed and Black wander the Wasteland. Zed owns a self built motorbike that runs off of alcohol.
Description: During his time in The Wasted, Zed had a Mohawk, and used various body paints to paint what used to be the British flag over his body and face. he has various tattoos such as an “anarchy” A, upside-down American flag, and the Black Flag logo all on his left arm and the Crimson ghost from Misfits on his right bicep. Now in his retirement his hair has grown out and he wears it tied back and his body as face paint have faded to just faint marking of what they were. Black appeared to be some break of black wolf that was domesticated long ago, scars mark his body and face, altogether Black has a nice coat that surprisingly doesn’t shed.
Equipment: Zed is equipped with a switchblade, homemade gun made from a paintball gun, which fired a variety of ammo usually .22lr or stun darts. Armor include his worn leather jacket reinforced with metal, torn jeans and steel- toed motorcycle boot.