The world overrun and controlled by the Caribou, the resistance captured, and the status quo firmly established, one traveler hopes to do what little good he can. Unfortunatley, his idea of "good" can be rather shifty at times. Doubly so when the world's morals took a left turn many years ago. What's good for the goose isn't always good for the gander...

Author's Note: This story contains graphic violence, gore, slavery, and oddly not sex, altho it is alluded to on many occasions. In an effort to keep the story short, I've skipped a lot of descriptions and plot-building. As always, it's entirely self-edited so sorry about any mistakes you may find.

Second Note: One-off story to get me out of a writer's block and back in the swing of my longer story which is unrelated to the Fall universe, although in the same vein.