Whoever coined the phrase 'fellow wanderer' had probably never wandered in an apocalyptic wasteland where people want to kill you and take your gun. More
All men must die. But Nomad doesn't want to die just yet. The date is somewhere in the thousands. The world is dead, rivers dry, and the only people left alive scrape the world's ruins for anything of value. Forget the promise of technology, for how things truly work has been forgotten and the only real value remains in things that can kill. The Ancients left behind wonders and it is those wonders which lead Nomad chasing after wealth. But the world is full of people who wish him dead, and the longer he lives and roams the wastes, the more he begins to realize that value lies in things altogether different.