Kayla's wagon slowly pulled into the town, the donkey was more than exhausted, she sat in the driver's seat, smoking a pilfered cigarette as the mule made its way to a nearby water trough. Kayla didn't dare leave the wagon, lest a theif like herself decided to come along and swipe her ill-gotten goods. Standing and looking down at all the slack-jawed residents. Take a deep breath she shouted at the top of her lungs; a sales pitch she'd devised during the 3 hours it had taken to reach 'Da Town', "Come one and all, I got stuff! From ciggarettes to bowie knives, food to alcohol, look no further for a great deal!", she settled in, preparing to defend her things in case someone got the bright idea to steal, and putting on a cheery smile to lure in dull consumers.

The wagon Kayla had aquired could fold out into a one way stand, which she put up against an old cement wall. THe donkey was fed and given more water, the beast seemed grateful it had survived the journey. In one hour, Kayla had traded most of the preserved food she'd stolen, along with a few bottles of alcohol and an old hoe. Sitting back in the wagon, she jingled her bag of caps gleefully, she was well on her way to a life of comfort. She lit up another cigarette, indulging in the taste of flavored tabacco, she had five types of cartons, her favorite were the Strawberry Blast. Four p.m would be drawing near, and Kayla's boredom began to take root. Towns like this could be so dreary! Kayla's thoughts were cut short as the smell of burnt flesh and wood wafted in on the breeze. Maybe this place was more dangerous than she thought.