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Salt is an 18 year old guy. He hasn't really ever had a family and has moved from caravan to caravan never staying in one place for long. He's bitter and cold and loves making things go boom. He likes to see things burn and he really doesn't care whose on the other end of his rage. Yet he's grounded by his quirky misfit female peer Catrina. They are always looking for a way to get by and he's the brawn behind their friendship. The world has changed and he wants to be alive to see the next. Also when the world has gone to hell in a hand basket he has always found a way to get them into and out of trouble. Catrina is his family and he'll be damned if something happens to her. It's day to day and Salt is always finding a new way to cheat,scam,steal,or actually use legal methods to survive.

Salt humming a tune. Looks up and says, "Your so impatient. We have to lay low for a while"

U Mad bro?

Salt eye's narrowed. "When the hell have you been so fired up and ready to go?" Salt looked at her and in a more relaxed tone said, "I messed up, ok?"
"Wasn't my fault that the bandits wanted more then what I could provide, given the circumstances."
Salt gave Catrina a sheepish ,I messed up now forgive me, smile and sat down on the chair in the corner of the shack, layed his head on the side of the shack, closed his eye's and tried to get some sleep.

Salt wakes up first, to the muzzle of a pistol in his face. Salt said in a sarcastic tone,"Who called room service?" The man was a Bandit so Salt did what salt does, he kicked the guy in the balls, took his gun and put a bullet in his brain. Catrina looked at him with a look that could kill. "what?" Salt teased in a innocent tone. "He was in my space." She shook her head, grabbed her parka, put it on and grabbed her backpack. She stormed out of the hut in front of him into the town called Bakersville. Salt checked if he had everything and asked, "What's next then pissy?"

Fine too much effort

"Eh sure" Salt walks down the street, whistling like nothing ever happened.

"Im crazy?" he says in a whisper looking at the ground as he walks. Salt then turns and walks over to the cart selling soup. "I'm calm because this world suck's people kill people everyday why should I care?" He says as he shovels soup into his mouth. "I'm the same as everyone trying to get by one day at a time." Why are you so calm? You just saw me kill someone."

Salt finishes his soup and says ignoring what she just said, "Well we should get to the docks and actually get payed for this lab swipe card." Salt keeps walking at a brisk pace. He really wishes that sometimes he could just do one job without being hunted for what he took. Salt sighs and keeps going with a scowl on his face.

"Well how do you expect to keep living?" Salt sounded harsher then he intended. "It's just I don't know how to stay alive without doing what we do" Salt didn't really like the way this conversation was heading so he didn't say another word until they got to the docks.