The streets were grim and quiet here, this town must have already been hit by the bombs. The silence was deafening as the only sound was Jace's own footsteps, he was ready however his flamethrower in hand and primed to turn someone or something to ash should it make the mistake of attacking him. He had been walking for a week now and he had seen his share of horrors left over from the explosions and firefights,from raiders wanting his weapons, to scavengers seeking to take his food, each one had burned as many others had before and as many more would in the future. Slowly he walked into the town his weapons ready and his eyes searching for anything or anyone who might prove useful to him.