This is Jack, He's a mechanic and he loves his 1986 Imponte Ruiner. He restored it over the last few months. But he's also kind of a dick.
He's also always down to get plastered and have a party.
Looks like he heard something in the distance
Little did he know that the world economy just took a shit, and all the governments have disbanded. Leaving only anarchy in the city.
He holds up in the garage until morning then makes his way out of the city.
Lucky the news hasn't reached the Alamo sea and the surrounding areas.
It's been 3 days since things changed, since then Jack has found a bar with some other survivors and lots of booze.
This fuckin guy, he was the so called alpha of the group. Too bad he messed with Jack's Ruiner. Guess he was threatened by the great hair.
Since It needed new tires anyway.
Hmm, seems like a good enough place to raid.
I guess he raided the wrong Motel, Marauders took down the HQ. Time to hit the road...Jack.
Too bad the Marauders left their shit unguarded.
1 Year since the end of modern civilization:
You've got to adapt to survive, fuckin Darwinism.
As things continue to heat up, it's time to heat up the beast too. The Turbo from a Diesel flat bed sure will help with that
Looks like i found something to use as armour plating.
Now, finally a proper wasteland car.
Time to move on, things in the valley are getting uncomfortable.
Usually that's a good sign, right?
Altruists? What could go wrong?
Oh, i guess them throwing him and his car down the mountain while he was sleeping could go wrong....
R.I.P. Jack.