The wanderer was walking along the road as a humanoid figure dressed in a long tattered cloak with neon purple irises watched as he walked. Clover hissed at the stranger and was suddenly shut up by the person as he put his long, perfect porcelain looking finger in between his lips and lightly hissed before disappearing into a cloud of coal black smoke. the wanderer aimed his gun at where the stranger was... but there was nothing for him to am at except for the sky.
They were in the middle of an open field, so nothing should have been able to be that high up in the air unless they were in one of those pre bomb drones that were infamous at being able to camouflage themselves consistently for hours on end. He shrugged it off though, blaming it on the desert like heat of the day and he continued down the road seemingly rather unbothered by what just happened.
He then ran into a caravan a few minutes later, he was on a pre bomb road so this would be expected. "Hey, mister! I have some things I'll be able to trade with you." He said as he flagged the wanderer down. "Have any shotgun shells or pipe ammo?" He asked as he approached the person in the wagon pulled by a standard mechanical horse made in bulk before the bombs. "What do you got to trade for em?" The trader stuck a piece of dried grass in his mouth at this point, clearly not expecting much until the wanderer took off his backpack and pulled out a old magnum revolver with a pack of its bullets and offered it. "This... I thought these were all destroyed..." the trader grabbed ten boxes of shotgun shells and two bags full of the bullets used in most pipe guns. "Take it, just let me have that gun!" The wanderer placed the gun gently on the ground with its box and the trader handed him the ammo and a few foodstuffs with a water bottle before taking the gun and happily walking off with it. "What do you think of him, clover?" The cat popped out of his hoodie and tilted its head before rubbing his scruffy cheek. "Ok, ok... we need to move anyways, the werespiders may catch up to our trail soon.
The wanderer has spoken too late, the sun was already setting under the horizon and as the sun set the monsters of the desert come out to play, including the werespiders, which have the lower body of a spider, hair covering their entire body, and a spiders eight legs along with the two human like but taloned hands on their human like upper body. It is fast, solitary, and after one has been marked for the hunt it will either be the werespider or its prey who gets out of it alive, these persistent buggers have no room for compromise.
Night fell, and the spider creature has arrived. This one was blind because of the wanderer, but it was just as fast as when it could see. The wanderer gently pulled the pin on his shotgun, but it heard it and snapped its atrophied eyes directly towards him. He had some prep time, so his guns are all fully loaded, so he took aim and shot towards it's chest to cause as much damage as possible, but it failed and it roared with an ear splitting and rather raspy scream that would send shivers down any soul who hears it. It then charged and raised its arms up at him, but he managed to eject the old cartridges just in time to shoot it directly under its chin.
Viscera and grey matter spewed around the road, unluckily for it, he could control his fear well enough to shoot it, but he couldn't help but wonder why he would be the target when it was obvious that even back then, it was no match for his weapons. He was outside still, he couldn't find shelter that night even though he knew that thing would try and skewer him when it hit night fall. But out here, no one can afford to be choosy.