It’s not uncommon for those braving the wasteland to come upon the remains of fellow travelers. Between the ash, sun, and rarity of places to rest, death is virtually assured for but the heartiest and most efficiently-prepared solo adventurers.

These sunbleached cadavers most often become their own grave markers—while respected by living travellers who happen upon them, a true burial may be a foolish waste of time, lest they suffer the same fate.