(Alright, We Can Start this Thing, Finally.)

As the Bright light's flooded the room, Joseph Covered his Eye's. He then left the comfurting Steel of the Ark behind, for the Harsh, unforgiving dried earth of the Wasteland. His eye's wandered the Area. In the Far Distance, He saw the Remnant's of Highway 85, nearly black from the Invisible Fires. His face walked over to a Wrecked, abandoned car. The Skeleton of some Poor man was still evident.