<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Tychus.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Tychus </em></div><hr/><br/>I woke up at the crack of searing heat and hell, only a few hours after I had fallen asleep. I had slept in the same place for a little under a week now, the first time I have stopped moving ever since I escaped the penitentiary after managing to escape a few months back. Funny how the moment shit got real, the guards were the first to bail and leave us to fend for ourselves. I did plenty of things to make my escape, killed my fair share of so called bosses and a few extras that had pissed be off during my stint in the joint. I had traveled across the west, hearing rumors of a sanctuary when I had some heat on my back and wandered into the fucking desert of all places! In my travels I stole what little was left from stores and gas stations but found sporting goods to be a cache. Off course the bullets and ammunition was gone but it seemed arrows and bows were always over looked and left behind. I scoffed and thanked my good fortune, hadn't anyone ever seen Rambo? My few possessions consisted of an old Harley fat boy I hot wired, a sleeping bag, some supplies I could scavenge and a 5 gallon tank of gas I would fill and siphon fuel into whenever I could find an abandoned car which I thought could have gas in it. Luckily a motorcycle did not take need as much fuel as a car which made traveling fairly easy.<br/><br/>When I found the airplane graveyard I intended on getting some food and moving on. I even met the old man running the show and acted rather pleasant towards him and bullshit him telling him I would hunt and help them. With my mind set on moving on, I was sneaking about the night after my arrival only to notice the small town was being attacked! I had to alert them or get my ass handed to me like I did when my alleged brothers turned me in. I told the night watch and went to tell the old man and managed to help kill the would be raiders. The other guy, the young guy who helped looked uneasy taking a life but I sure as hell was not. Had we let any of them live they would go and bring more. The old man went back to bed and I took watch that night while I considered staying with these people.<br/><br/>The next morning I decided I would, besides it was the first time I had seen some decent pussy around! My role was picked out quite easily, night watch and hunter, two things I could do quite well.<br/><br/>I had spent the last few days scouting the nearby areas for not only hunting but for water, I decided it was best to work on foot at first to spare the fuel. Once I had a better idea on what I had to work with I could take my motorcycle out and see if I could find anything. Water and food was the main priority for the camp, without it we would be forced to move on and find a new camp. The previous night I had scored a couple of jack rabbits which I left at the former airplane husk turned mess hall. I also found a napping desert tortoise which I named Bubba but he was not for eating and I was about to tell everyone. Picking up the fella, I carried him off to get something to eat.<br/><br/>The first thing I happened to see was none other than Dixie May herself.<strong>"Mmm mmm"</strong>I grunted, practically eye fucking her as I checked out her perfect ass. Yea, staying here was a damn good idea. Once inside the mess hall I took a seat and placed Bubba on the ground to explore the area, not that he would be getting anywhere all to quick.