It was cold, but Henry didn't mind much, weather changes from day to day and year to year. Raider habits however seem to be stubbornly conformed to. Every fortnight or so a small group of raiders patrol the road below his home for traders travelling in the early hours of the day, hoping for an easy catch on some valuable goods. For the last month or two Henry has stopped letting the fighting go on unaltered beneath him and has chosen fight on the traders side.

Hidden among the rubble and wreckage, Henry has been waiting for some time now, two hours in fact, for a glimpse of violent intent to cut like a tumor from the world of survivors. Thus far he has seen nothing but billowing dust and rolling grass, but of course he was up much too early as it was barely sun up.

Well you know what they say, 'Early hunter catches the Radroach'.