When the cyclone passed, leaving behind a silence broken only by the whimpering of a few survivors, Jack emerged. The roads were different. Sections had been buried, and new, dangerous paths had been carved by the storm.
Jack started the truck, the engine a reassuring rumble. He felt a profound isolation, but also a fierce determination. He was alive. He had resources. He had the Hunter's Edge.
He looked down at his interface, which displayed a map of the surrounding area, highlighting potential scavenging zones. The Highway Nexus had trapped them, but it hadn't broken him.
He pulled onto the cracked highway, leaving the ruined city behind. He had no goal other than survival. He didn't know where the road led, or what the system had planned for him. But Jack Wilder was a hunter now, and the game had just begun.