There were three of them, ragged Grafters with dirty clothes and greasy hair.
One wore a pair of wire-rimmed glasses.
Another was holding Rhonda's satchel.
The third pointed a makeshift spear at Milo's throat.
Five years have passed since the mysterious Event wiped out most of human civilization.
Trading caravans travel between nascent settlements.
Lawless scavengers called Grafters prowl the wasteland in increasing numbers.
Rhonda and Milo have made the best of the.
