Purgatory

AKA.

Hell.

The human race lives this every day of it's pitiful existence, and what time it has left. Since the bombs dropped earth had been a hell of nuclear fallout and waste. But there is one man in the hellish roam of the city's and country's of the world.

His face was never seen exempting his mouth, he walked the world, holding his Combat knife. Going from place to place. He never spoke more than a few words, he only slept and ate in one location on one day. Hunting evil doers and removing them from the face of the earth.

Everybody called him The Silent Druid, He was the hero of the wastes to some a monster. And he stopped existing fifteen years after the bombs dropped.