Chaos, destruction, blood, horror, that was all that was left in the wake of a single man. Within three days, three small outposts that were set up by other Factions had been destroyed. Be it innocent or not, they were to be considered dead if they stood within his path. That single man was currently walking through another town. This town had no Faction claim, nor was it claimed by the New World Government. It was just a free town.
The man was no longer wearing a shirt. Just a black tank-top with his combat vest. His gloves were still on his hands simply due to the hidden blades they had, which of course, he still put to use. His black jeans and combat boots had dust on them, but that seemed to be all. Contrary to what he left in his wake, he seemed rather clean.
