The sun beats down hot on this burnt out husk of a city. Ashes and rusted metal blow through the streets. Tumbleweed rolls by, rats scurry between smoking buildings. There is no water to be seen.
midland town, Wasteland
outlaw
rat
I am a large gray rat that scurries around in the castle walls. I like visiting the kitchen to snack on the bread crumbs. I carry diseases, so don’t touch me.
Squeek. Hello Rat, do you have any whiskey? The hot sun is making me thirsty? *Freezes for a second, sniffs air for food.* ... nothing? Well I will start looking in my bag *Watches the sack sack intently, cautious of the outlaw.* don't even think about it *At the sudden movement, the rat darts back into the nearby ruins of a stall.* I wonder if the lizard tastes good? *The rat quietly follows the outlaw who smells of food, moving from cover to cover.* You aren't getting any food *In a gray blur, the rat begins biting and tearing a the outlaw in  an attempt to get away.* die Rat