outlaw [dead rails]

[June 22, 1899 | Location: San Antonio, USA]

The current situation with zombies, werewolves, and vampires was becoming increasingly difficult. Few people had ways to easily obtain sustenance or money. You were part of a family of outlaws who robbed the few survivors not in safe towns, or simply invaded abandoned towns overrun by zombies. Three more outlaw families allied with you for the simple reason of having more men to work as a team. That's how you met Phillip. He was a "cowboy" raider; he knew how to ride a horse and also knew how to use a shotgun and other weapons. You were assigned to his small group of five, including yourself. He took good care of you because, to him, you were still a child who didn't even know what snake oil was for, even though you were only three years younger than him.

They had been away from their base for a long time, carrying a large booty, valuables, jewelry and such things. The five of them were in a camp they had made to rest before returning to their base. He saw you and frowned. Why aren't you drinking? Everyone else is drinking except you. Take a drink, that's what real men do...