(I'd rather the eastern shack in the dry dry desert since that seems more relevant to current events. I think I'll start there.)
Another bleary morning, another [tornado fang]ing hotel room. In all honesty, it was getting tiring. Moving from place to place, odd job to odd job, all in hopes he wouldn't have his throat slashed open in the middle of the night.
And all honesty, the instances of that nearly occurring have increased as of late.
He ran stock on his equipment. Battery was charged on his pocket computer. His knife? Dull. Probably couldn't even cut an orange. He sighed.
Weeks upon weeks and still no closer to the answers he needed. Who he was, why he was so important that he needed to die? It was around that point that he realized he mused on that every morning. He really had to stop being such a downer.
He rolled out of bed and got dressed in the same old clothes he wore and washed repeatedly. He checked out within thirty minutes and asked the staff to ensure no records of his ever being there remained. The heat was unbearable again. Waking up in a desert and going from one desert town to another, one would think they'd get used to it after a while. Like that'd happen.
A scream and a clatter behind him. A drunk man harassing an employee. [parasitic bomb], that reminded him. He needed another job. The bit of cash he had left on him wouldn't last. A man checking out behind him decided to confront the person. That would be some cheap entertainment, he realized.
They took it outside. He watched. It all ended too fast for it to be a real show. He sighed in disappointment and carried on.
Probably best to do something with his knife. He recalled an ad near the train station regarding passage to... A weapons-something? He felt some kind of malevolent presence in the air around him. It made him kind of paranoid.
He refilled his flask in a nearby fountain. Free water is free water. It shouldn't have been more than an hour's train ride to the weapon's shack. He noticed someone familiar lurking about the station, but paid no mind to it.
Tiny building with a slanted roof. That was definitely it. The heat wasn't so bad out here, though he questioned why a train ran to the middle of nowhere with nothing but a shack full of lethal objects. He checked his wallet again and sighed. That'd definitely drain him dry. Unless they were hiring.
He pushed the door open.
"...Er... Hello?" He frowned as he took a few cautionary steps in. He gripped the handle of his knife and drew it. Then realized he was inside a weapons store and that having a weapon in the open could possibly seen as a hostile action. Hostile was the last thing he wanted to come off as.
"Uh... Anyone there? I sort of need my weapon sharpened..." He called out to whomever may be there. "My name is Ammy. I'm also sort of interested in, well, are you people hiring right now?"
To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure if anybody was even there.
(Hopefully that suffices. I'm a bit cloudy on the exact distance between the weapons shack and the unnamed town right now but since this is apparently a modified version of the RPM map I'll assume it's more nearby. The train is BS'd in if that's alright. I'm happy to make fixes.)