| The earth is scorched, the air burns the nostrils. The ingredients that sustain life on this desolate rock are in short supply. Life out in the wastes is every man for himself. The weak are eaten by the strong, madness runs rampant. The only way to survive is to embrace the insanity. A solitary figure roams the landscape, perhaps the savior the residents of the wastes are hoping for, or perhaps he is something else... Story & Art by MARAH IAFEW. |
