I don't know why I'm surprised. I mean, I do know that there might be some refugees around, but I didn't think I would be riding around the destroyed city with this crazy stranger, who I don't completely trust.Well, he did save me from Steve and Beard-man. I owe him that.I get a closer look at his face, which is reflected in the broken side mirror.He looks a little under twenty, his toffee brown hair blowing in the wind, his face, like mine, covered in scars, either from the woods or something else.I move down to look at the rest of him. My eyes widen when I see what happened when he was with those raiders.He has a long scar along his arm, bandage already bloodied. He has another along his neck, which is smaller. I'm no medic, though I can tell that it hasn't been cleaned.Suddenly I'm worried that he'll die.Oh come on, I think to myself, you haven't even talk
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