Tredge


He had been walking in the sun wearing nothing, but his running shoes, brown dusty pants, and a mask covering his face making his peculiar walk and shuffles through the sand seem as if he was dancing in some way. With Trapinch on his back and an axe in hand he huffed as he traversed this wasteland towards the mountain side {Will you please stop talking about pointless things that have nothing to do with where we are and maybe, oh I don't know find some shade? Even a resting spot would be good. We are in broad daylight, no caravans seem to be around, and I don't even know where the nearest water would be.} His inner mind says with a bit of anger at the shell of himself that now wandered with no sense of direction. Tredge stopped, looked around, and then clenched his fists "Graaaah!" Is all it said, not really answering any of the questions asked to it. Tredge would walk another two miles before finding a small reservoir that contained water, a few pokemon that took refuge upon seeing him, and a small caravan about a hundred meters off in the distance.

Tredge ignored both the pokemon and caravan stopped further ahead with people moving back in forth in the distance, but he couldn't see them well enough. Though if their scouts were looking, they would see him. Psychos were rare in the wasteland, but not unheard of and some were even part of bandit groups to help take out caravans as they methods, tactics, and sense of own well being was so off bat that it made them one of the more dangerous things to come across. "Ha ha! The liquid of hunger!" He shouted aloud and began to drink as his Trapinch followed suit. With a sigh his inner mind accepted this and was happy he was going to live another day as long as the caravan stayed away, he didn't want another fight on his hands, nor another rampage from his beloved other half {Glad to see we found something to drink at least.}