Re: The Boise Horror
In reply to Walker (msg # 199):
When he emerged, he got a good look at his new travelling companions.
The armoured 4-door crew cab HiLux "technical" mounted a Ma-Deuce in the bed and armoured plating all around. The gunner was a blonde woman in camouflage fatigues, black beret and Kevlar vest, and she was talking to a native man, the driver, who was dressed in an infantry battlesuit. Both were well-armed, he with an auto-shotgun and several pistols, she with an exotic-looking SMG.
Standing near them was a redheaded woman in loose travelling clothes and cloak, AK-47 slung on one shoulder. She also carried a medic's shoulder-bag. At her feet was something very unusual, a coyote! It seemed tame, as tame as those wild creatures ever got. A scruffly-looking bearded dude in a duster over several tool pouches and wearing a headscarf was packing an antique FN-FAL.
That left the "twins": the Mexican and the Texican, both riding bikes, both pretty weathered. In fact, this was a fairly mature crew, most looked old enough to have been adults before the war. The youngest were the jackass, Roadkill, and the bearded dude, they had the hard look of those who were children when the bombs fell and came of age in the Wasted West.