Utterly Mad

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"Huh," The man stops for a second and waves toward Ivan. "Of course! They're all down in the ditch though picking through the bodies like vultures to corpses. They're real nice folks, but they don't really respect the dead like me and my friend do." Zaweri and The Man in Gold proceed into the valley, as you head into the rim of the valley you can see the amount of carnage that took place. Completely ignoring
 Chalk's rumblings.

Buggies engulfed in flames with their drivers' corpses sizzling inside the seats, ATVs reduced to nothing but scrap metal scattered around the valley, black patches of grass where flames once stood, blackened ash gently blowing over the battlefield coating everything like snow. You can see people with rifles on their backs picking through the wreckage, taking batteries, siphoning gasoline from the vehicles that weren't completely demolished. A few people take notice too you to entering into the scarred valley.

In the center of all this chaos is a small bike with a sidecar attached, in the sidecar is a man that seems as old as the buildings you've seen reclaimed by nature; his hair is nappy, covered in grass, twigs, and mud. He has a beard that is so long that it goes over the hood of the sidecar and rests in a pile on the ground.

"So does this one actually know medicine or is this another "doctor".", The old man cackles out as he leans back in the seat revealing his bullet wound. It hit him center mass in the left pec, blood has stopped oozing out of the wound. But the shrapnel needs to be removed and the wound needs to be cleaned up.

"Be nice you old kook, the man here didn't even have to bother coming down here.", the cowboy chuckles as he takes a seat on his bike.