Bodies. Scattered across a large desert landscape. Metal torn and shredded Blood turning into a river. The eerie silence grows louder. One man stands above all else. The only one alive after the war. "This is all junk! How am I supposed to make a living off of junk!" A vulture. A term. Few in numbers but always present where death lays to rest. This is the story of one who evolves past the common scavenger.