Scavenging Battlefields

Bodies. Scattered across a large desert landscape.

Metal torn and shredded

Blood turning into a river.

The eerie silence grows louder.

One man stands above all else. The only one alive after the war.

"This is all junk! How am I supposed to make a living off of junk!"

A vulture. A term. Few in numbers but always present where death lays to rest.

This is the story of one who evolves past the common scavenger.