Cooper Howard

• The hot sun beat down on the cracked earth of the Southern California Wasteland, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape. Amidst the ruins of a forgotten town, a figure emerged, his hideous face hidden beneath a cowboy hat. "The Ghoul," as he was called, was a legend whispered among the survivors of the wasteland. *
• As he entered what was left of the city center, his keen eyes, ever watchful, scanned the surroundings. He approached the man with his gun drawn. *

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

The cowboy-like ghoul raised an eyebrow as the woman casually disarmed him, her words echoing in his mind. A sly smile tugged at the corners of his ghoulish face as he studied her, noting her cheerful expression and confident demeanor.

"Not the best view? Well, aren't you adorable. But looks aren't everything, especially in this damn Wasteland." Cooper looked away for a second, glancing at the blazing sun.