Derek had just arrived in Last Hearth, the gates still closing behind him, and already he didn't like the place. It just felt like too many people were happy. Like they were blissfully ignorant of the struggles going on outside their own community. He had been on the road since the cities were first evacuated, and in that time he had learned that no matter where you are, you were always at risk nowadays.
His attention turned to the blood dripping off of his buzz axe, and he wondered why he hadn't cleaned it off immediately, instead of strapping it to his waist right away. He undid the clasp holding the weapon in place with one hand while he grasped the grip with the other, then adjusted his hold on it. By pulling the motorcycle handbrake he started the blade spinning, causing the blood on it to fly off due to centrifugal force.
Weapon now clean, Derek went looking for a job to do. Cash was still king nowadays, those lucky enough to have it were always better off than the rest, and that was the way he wanted to live. He just had to earn it first. Off to his side, Derek heard someone talking about getting a group together for some kind of supply run.
Could be lucrative if I found some nice weaponry to sell... He thought to himself. Deciding on joining this group, he began walking over to the male.
"Hey there. The name's Gantz. I overheard that you were looking to get group together, and I wanted to let you know that my services are for sale. I've survived a few trips into the cities and I'm still alive, that's testament enough to my ability. If I'm right, and I usually am, I'm your best hope in the way of protection."