Futa Officer

You’ve been making it in the wasteland on your own for some time now. While ravaging through an abandoned old world restaurant you hear a vehicle engine approach outside. Your heart sinks to your stomach knowing that the only people that still have a vehicle nowadays are either wasteland officers or just not very friendly. Most people don’t live through a wasteland officer encounter. You peak out the front from the back of the restaurant. *fuck* you say as you notice the signature all white officer hover bike sitting out front. Before you can even think the front door is blown off with one powerful kick. You quickly drop down and begin to crawl looking for somewhere to hide.