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Six walked along the once large and proud highway, his duster waving in the dusty sands blown over the road as he silently marched on, the only sound in the wasteland being the winds blowing the last remnants of society away, like a footprint in the sand. He stopped and looked up, the sunlight just piercing under his hat and into his eyes, he tilted his head down again and continued striding along the road. Only a few steps forward and Sixty's foot fell through a weak point in the road, his leg sliding in until the middle of the road collapsed and Sixty fell through the air and landed hard against the rough sandy floor beneath him, "Damn" he mumbled as he stood up spitting the sand from his lips. He quickly dusted himself off and, pulled his hat off, waving it to throw the sand off, he quickly slipped it onto his forehead over his eyes and slowly turned around. He looked back up to spot the ruined city he noticed before falling through the road. He quietly sighed as he began striding through the sand dunes towards the large rubble city his family had once lived in before the war.

As he entered through the large rusted gates of the north wall he constantly watched his left and right flanks to make sure he wasn't being followed or watched, he continued to march down the long deserted road as he kept an eye out for any supplies he could take. Sixty noticed a small glint in his eye from a small rifle scope from a window in the large building to his right. "I'll be damned, if it ain't Sixty.....Three?" A man shouted in a pre-war western accent, "Sixty-Two" Six replied as he tilted his hat to show respect as he slowly walked over. "Well, common up" the man continued as he threw a long, brown rope down to Six. "Thanks" Sixty called up as he quickly climbed up the rope and stood along the balcony with the man. "Look at that, Damned Machines killed this great city" the man shouted un-needingly towards Sixty as he threw his arms out to embrace the city. "Well humans with guns doesn't help" Six replied casually. Suddenly the ground broke through and the pair of them fell onto the concrete rubble. Sixty quickly picked himself up and scanned the area, a bullet suddenly skimmed past his face blowing his hat off, he instantly raced forward towards his assailant, the dust quickly blew away reviling a Cyborg. The left arm human, while the rest of the body seems to have been traded for machine. He curved his path, but it was too late, the cyborg grabbed his arm and threw him backwards and through a thin wall. Sixty picked himself up and leapt out of a window and quickly zig-zagged across the path in front of the cyborg, jumped and grabbed onto the head of the machine and ran through the neck with his dagger, he quickly twisted the head until the body fell to the floor and the lights of power began to dim. He quietly walked over to the man and put his hat back on after dusting himself off. "Ya know, I wish more people could help us folk like you do Sixty-three", Sixty took a breath to say it again but felt no need, "No problem" he returned as he turned and once again continued down the long dusty road.