[h1][color=olive]Bozak[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]August 18, 2039, 8:49 AM
Somewhere on the outskirts of New York City[/i][/b][/indent]
[i]Got a doll baby, I love her so,
Nothing else like her anywhere you go
Man, she's anything but calm,
A regular pint-sized atom bomb[/i]

The radio played on as Bozak sat on a toppled concrete pillar and searched through a pilfered satchel. Scattered around the ruined section of the street were the bodies of five “raiders”, as was a common name for their type. Some moments prior, Bozak and the party had stumbled into the street from opposing directions, and hostility quickly ensued.

[i]“Toss your weapons! Everything!”

[color=olive]“Bozak refuses.”[/color]

“Right NOW damn it!”

[color=olive]“Bozak. Refuses.”[/color]

“RIGHT NOW OR WE’LL FUCKING SHOOT.”

[color=olive]“BOZAK. REFUSES.”[/color][/i]

It didn’t end well for them. The thing with raiders is, they’re not patient. Oftentimes they’ll come running to get at their prey quickly rather than wait them out, like smart folks would. One by one, save for the two that rushed in together, but they all fell nonetheless. Nothing beats a shotgun waiting around a corner, and Bozak had taken very good care of his twelve-gauge over the years. Good for killing, not as much for talking.

[i]Atom bomb baby, little atom bomb,
I want her in my wigwam
She's just the way I want her to be,
A million times hotter than TNT[/i]

The raiders didn’t have much on them. Must have been a dry week. Not even any ammunition for either of Bozak’s guns. One of them was lugging around the radio though, plus a bunch of cassettes. Fun thing for settling down at a campfire maybe, but Bozak wasn’t intent on taking it with him once he was done with his looting. And speaking of such, the satchel he was sifting through had proven to contain absolute bupkis. Just some ragged cloths and empty bottles. He tossed the satchel aside and stood up from his seated position.

[i]Atom bomb baby, loaded with power,
Radioactive as a TV tower
A nuclear fission in her soul,
Loves with electronic control[/i]

New York City was a big place, though. He was sure to find [i]something[/i] worthwhile on his trip through. Just had to keep going.

[i] Atom bomb baby, little atom bomb,
I want her in my wigwam
She's just the way I want her to be,
A million times hotter than TNT[/i]