A new day shone over the wasteland. A lone oldman walked slowly down the deserted road his worn coat nearly tatters. Gunshots could be heard in the distance and a raging fire burnt brightly nearby. He clutched his small handgun, ammunition running out long ago. he hobbled into a small shed and just as he passed the doorway, a bullet whipped past his head. He quickly ducked but the next shot hit him square in the back. He fell and didn't get back up as the lone rifle man walked over to scavenge his body.
Just another life taken in the wasteland.