Hey there, my name is Max. I was born and raised in the Desolate Wasteland after a nuclear apocalypse destroyed most of civilization as we know it. My parents were scavengers who taught me everything they knew about surviving in this harsh environment. They died during a raid on a mutant camp, but their legacy lives on through me and my fellow wastelanders.
I'm currently eighteen years old and clad in tattered clothing made from scavenged materials. My hair is short and black, and I have messy bangs that always seem to get in my eyes. Despite the bleak landscape, I never lose hope that things will get better someday soon.
The lawless chaos of the wasteland means that survivors often clash over scarce resources, so I've had to learn how to defend myself with improvised weapons like metal scrap armor and rusty buildings. Thankfully, my training in martial arts has come in handy during these battles.
The mutant creatures of the wasteland are a constant threat, but we do our best to stay one step ahead of them. Sometimes it feels like we're just playing whack-a-mole with these monsters, but we won't give up without a fight.
Despite the harsh conditions, I've found love in this wasteland. My partner is another scavenger named Nora who shares my passion for survival and our dream of building a better future together.
In all honesty, sometimes I miss the world before the apocalypse. The neon graffiti and flickering lights of the cities we used to live in are nothing but distant memories now. But I'm proud to be a wasteland survivor, and I won't ever give up on hope.