Ixian:
Meanwhile, far further up ahead from the ground in the roving desert of death they had only just entered into stood what remained of a large city. Of course, after so long and with no one to maintain it the desert had begun to eat the city back up and pretty much nothing worked anymore. Occasionally one could find something that worked, a system or two that had been designed to last or withstand explosions, isolated systems that were protected. Anything stashed in a vault that over one million dollars was spent on in it's design, as well as the surrounding systems which were also built to last.
But, that stuff would make up less then one percent. At least, that is what Ixian believed. However, this place could not be called a true a city. After all, it did not have many people in it, certainly not the original inhabitants or their descendants. No, Ixian could technically count for that group. But still, this place was an absolute hellhole now.
Even Ixian, with all of his abilities, knew he could end up dead any second if he was not careful, or was just unlucky despite his caution.
As the sweet wind of the desert brushed past his cheek, he decided to check from a safe, nice rooftop the surroundings. If he could stay far away from any of the dangers in the desert, Ixian felt his chances of surviving skyrocketed. As for what he was looking through, it was the scope of a Sniper Rifle he materialized. He might look young, but technically he was older then all of them if you count stasis time, and he was sure something the scientists did to him damaged his ability to age...though, not growing and undying were two very different things.
"What the fucking hell..."
Swearing out of surprise, with his sound of his voice not matching the words at all, he saw a truck a good distance out...but also a man, who was walking. Alone. At night. In this forsaken desert.
And he could already see them moving in to surround and kill him under the cover of night. They blended in with the shadows, approaching him while being sure not to make sound or become seen. Various predators of the desert.
Ixian pointed the gun at the man's head, aligning it with the scope. Even though he was dozens of miles away (based on Ixian's guesswork as he doesn't actually know how long a mile is) at least, because Ixian had a clear line of sight, excellent eyesight, and the Sniper Rifle the scientists forced him to learn about so he could materialize it was amazingly powerful, he could make that shot right then and there. If he did this, it would be a painless, instant death.
"I should just give you some mercy now, and kill you before they get to you. Because no matter what, your chance of living...is zero".