the Midwestern wasteland is a dangerous place. with stormfurs making the mountains virtually impassable to anything but the largest of caravans, miles upon miles of empty wastes between settlements, raiders and ghouls being highly common, and vicious storms known to kill entire groups of unsheltered travelers within minutes, it's far from the ideal vacation spot. but when you're the victim of a magical mishap, you don't have much choice. and when you're stranded in unfamiliar wilderness and the best company for miles are a psychopath and a drifter, you don't have much choice in who you travel with