[center][h2][color=FE9A2E]Lucas | Contested Town - Wastelands[/color][/h2][/center]

As guns went off in the town, Lucas strolled around in one of the houses, humming to a tune he'd heard in the city before. There seemed to be some kind of altercation going on outside, but it didn't really make Lucas' job more difficult. He had already found some good loot. There were quite a few old electronics, but most of their ancient hardware had rusted. Still, such old materials could pay well to the right person. Some people are just fascinated by what [i]happened[/i], but apparently not enough to actually go outside and look to see. People who call themselves [i]collectors[/i].

Lucas' train of thought was interrupted as one of the windows of the house shattered with a painful scream from one of the men outside. The young man jogged over to the window to peer out. He looked in disgust at the monster throwing the dead husk of the soldier to the side. "Ugh. Hello, ugly." He walked into the next room and peered into a different building. He disappeared from the spot he was standing in and reappeared on the balcony of the next building, watching the next few seconds of the fight as only one of the soldiers seemed to remain. He walked inside the building through the shattered door, careful not to step on any glass. He walked over to the room that looked like the master bedroom, where rats had gathered in a corner and cobwebs had tied a fallen painting frame onto the broken bed. There was a large fracture in the wall, in the shape of a cube. The bottom was empty, leading downstairs, so he reappeared downstairs, just under the hole. He felt his feet standing on some kind of metal safe. "Bingo," he said with a grin. He opened the broken case and pulled out what was inside. "A photo? Aw, they look so happy! Let's see what else..." Just then, the sound of a window crashing interrupted him again, followed by quick bursts of gunfire. Rolling his eyes, Lucas looked back down to the components of the safe. "A pocket watch... Some banknotes from before... Ah! Here it is," he said as he found a box under everything. "Hm. Only a few gold pieces. The rest seem to be too decayed," he muttered as he looked at the bronze and gold jewelry. As he bagged the valuables, he looked up just as before, but this time at the lack of any sound.

He walked over to the door, looking over at the scene. After a moment of deliberation, he went to see the corpses. "I wonder what they were fighting about." As he kneeled to search the young soldier, he noticed a faint breathing. Clicking his tongue, Lucas wondered if it was just because of the rain, but soon realized that the soldier was still alive, even if only barely. He let out a frustrated cry before sighing. "I'll look at the other bodies, then. Gotta get [i]you[/i] out of the rain and patch you up, hm?"