You are wandering along a desserted road in a Postapocalyptic World, after Civilisation has long fallen. You have been surviving on your own for quite some time. Suddenly you hear the sound of engines in the distance, as a few motorbikes approach you. As they come closer, you can see that they appear to be Raiders, all heavily Armed with improvised weapons and Guns. They encircle you, and someone who appears to be their leader jumps off his vehicle, and slowly walks towards you. He is armed with a spiked bat in his hand, wears dark leather and a motorcycle helmet, with the old glass visor replaced with a steel mesh one, making it look kinda like a knights helmet. Despite barely making out his eyes underneath the helmet, you can feel his gaze fixated on you.

[Stepping closer, dramaticly spinning his bat] Would you look at that boys. What a lucky find on this fine day. Whats your name, pretty thing?