(Need one female. Please pm me if interested)
Nathan Crowe, 34 years old
Crowe was not surprised that Fort Worth actually looked like a fort. The survivors did everything they could to stay alive. That was the main priority of this day and age. There was plenty of predators lurking outside the fortress walls of the settlements that seemed to grow overnight. Sometimes they disappeared just as fast.
The world had gone straight to hell and there was only one rule. Survival of the fittest. There was plenty of dangers that would take down those that was not cautious enough. This settlement had taken that to heart. Wherever Crowe was looking he saw men with rifles or other small arms. They would surely scare off the small roaming bandit or raider bands that menaced the land.
Crowe had met and killed his share of raiders, commonly known as road rats. He had the training many lacked. Most professional soldiers had died in the big war or shortly there after. He had been very lucky. The war was still fresh in his memory. It was only ten years ago since it ended in catastrophe. Most of the major cities completely destroyed. It was the people that destroyed the rest. To many gave in to their less than noble desires, and rape and murder became part of daily life.
Crowe smile as he watch a child, maybe six or eight year old. The young boy stare up at the tall stranger before hurrying to seek shelter in his mothers skirts.
Crowe stand six feet tall. Not overly muscular. He is more the athletic and quick type. His hair is dark brown and cut very short. His face is clean shaved and tanned. His brown eyes rarely miss anything. Perception is important if you want to stay alive, he had learnt that many times. He are dressed in black jeans that is tucked inside a pair of brown army boots with steel soles. His brown leather jacket is open and reveals a white t-shirt and the shoulder holster that hold his Colt Python.
"Good of you to come."
The voice wakes him from his thoughts and Crowe turn around with a warm smile. Tim Wake was the closest thing he had as a friend. In fact, his only friend.
"Sure thing. I was curious." Crowe tell his old friend.
It had been almost three years since he had met Tim the last time and Crowe was not sure how to read the message he had received. In short, Tim needed help fast. Some sort of escort mission. A woman involved.
"I bet." Tim grin before going serious again.
"We need you to make a delivery for us." He look Crow directly in the eyes.
"We have managed to keep this settlement safe only because we have made allies. Now one of those allies want to collect. He gave us the resources we needed and now he want something from us." Tim sigh with what Crowe only can read as regret.
"And that is?" Crowe ask softly.
"As you well know there is a high demand on fertile women." Tim smile bitterly. "We have two in this settlement."
"He want a woman?" Crowe ask with disbelief.
"Yes and you are going to escort her to him." Tim say.
Crowe just shake his head.
"Before you refuse. One of the women, Cassie have volunteered."
"I feel like a pimp." Crowe mutter.
"Don't. The world have changed and without this we may look forward to war. You have to take Cassie to Las Vegas as a gift to Lucas Gawain. He's their leader. You get three of my men. All i ask is that Cassie get there safely."
"Fine." Crowe agrees.
Nathan Crowe, 34 years old
Crowe was not surprised that Fort Worth actually looked like a fort. The survivors did everything they could to stay alive. That was the main priority of this day and age. There was plenty of predators lurking outside the fortress walls of the settlements that seemed to grow overnight. Sometimes they disappeared just as fast.
The world had gone straight to hell and there was only one rule. Survival of the fittest. There was plenty of dangers that would take down those that was not cautious enough. This settlement had taken that to heart. Wherever Crowe was looking he saw men with rifles or other small arms. They would surely scare off the small roaming bandit or raider bands that menaced the land.
Crowe had met and killed his share of raiders, commonly known as road rats. He had the training many lacked. Most professional soldiers had died in the big war or shortly there after. He had been very lucky. The war was still fresh in his memory. It was only ten years ago since it ended in catastrophe. Most of the major cities completely destroyed. It was the people that destroyed the rest. To many gave in to their less than noble desires, and rape and murder became part of daily life.
Crowe smile as he watch a child, maybe six or eight year old. The young boy stare up at the tall stranger before hurrying to seek shelter in his mothers skirts.
Crowe stand six feet tall. Not overly muscular. He is more the athletic and quick type. His hair is dark brown and cut very short. His face is clean shaved and tanned. His brown eyes rarely miss anything. Perception is important if you want to stay alive, he had learnt that many times. He are dressed in black jeans that is tucked inside a pair of brown army boots with steel soles. His brown leather jacket is open and reveals a white t-shirt and the shoulder holster that hold his Colt Python.
"Good of you to come."
The voice wakes him from his thoughts and Crowe turn around with a warm smile. Tim Wake was the closest thing he had as a friend. In fact, his only friend.
"Sure thing. I was curious." Crowe tell his old friend.
It had been almost three years since he had met Tim the last time and Crowe was not sure how to read the message he had received. In short, Tim needed help fast. Some sort of escort mission. A woman involved.
"I bet." Tim grin before going serious again.
"We need you to make a delivery for us." He look Crow directly in the eyes.
"We have managed to keep this settlement safe only because we have made allies. Now one of those allies want to collect. He gave us the resources we needed and now he want something from us." Tim sigh with what Crowe only can read as regret.
"And that is?" Crowe ask softly.
"As you well know there is a high demand on fertile women." Tim smile bitterly. "We have two in this settlement."
"He want a woman?" Crowe ask with disbelief.
"Yes and you are going to escort her to him." Tim say.
Crowe just shake his head.
"Before you refuse. One of the women, Cassie have volunteered."
"I feel like a pimp." Crowe mutter.
"Don't. The world have changed and without this we may look forward to war. You have to take Cassie to Las Vegas as a gift to Lucas Gawain. He's their leader. You get three of my men. All i ask is that Cassie get there safely."
"Fine." Crowe agrees.
