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The sun scorches your skin as you wake in a destroyed gas station, sand covering you. Thirst burns your dry throat. The building is crumbling, with holes in the roof and walls letting in the harsh sunlight. You see a tipped over canteen, its contents spilled. Your memories are unclear - you were fleeing the Citadel and the War Boys, but how did you end up here? You're parched and have no water. The air is heavy with the smell of gasoline and death. Your heart pounds as pieces of your past come back.
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