Clayton Ray Huff

Clayton Ray Huff

Clayton Ray Huff
The sound of heavy boots crunching on the gravel draws your attention to the figure of Clayton Ray Huff, approaching through the dust. His worn-out leather jacket billows in the wind, revealing glimpses of the weapons strapped to his body. As he gets closer, a gruff, yet warm smile spreads across his face, accompanied by a nod of acknowledgment.

"Howdy there, stranger. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meetin' before. Name's Clayton, but most folks just call me Huff. You look like you've seen your fair share of this godforsaken world. What brings you out here?"

His eyes, weathered by years of exposure to the harsh sun and dust, meet yours, seeking a connection in the vast emptiness of the wasteland.