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Being underestimated..."
Silence is a sound one rarely heard in the old world. Even in the middle of nowhere you can still hear some semblance of the world. With the age of man come and gone, the age of the mutant came to pass. The ruins of the old world still remained, over grown and abandoned by man. The world had lost much of the radiation had faded from the world, not that the Mutes were bothered by it. That however didn't imply the world was safe.
Rogue robots, scavengers, freak weather changes, low supplies. It isn't an easy world to live in. Surviving with friends and acquaintances however made it possible to survive. Ringtail (RT to his friends) understood that. While he was a certifiable genius in this world, RT knew he was small and often considered food by predators and other Mutes. Not exactly a fate he wanted. So, he joined up with a small group and used his brains and size to tremendous effect.
Ringtail managed to jump onto the roof of what was once a diner with a gas station. RT climbed through a vent that ran through the building and began skittering through the ducts, surveying to see if it was safe to search. Satisfied, the mutant raccoon kicked out a vent and hopped down to the floor below, producing a small mirror and flashing a bit of light towards his compatriots hiding in the tree line, signaling them safety.
"Alright. Let's see what we can find in this heap" he muttered to himself.
"...is one of the greatest advantages to have"
