This tribe dwells in the outer city, living among collapsed highways and cracked parking structures. They are mostly scavengers, but hunt when the chance comes. An early form of organization is taking root.
She walks the empty street of a broken district, her wiry body painted by the dirt of the ruins. Camouflage mud streaks her skin, and her tangled hair carries leaves and dust. Her patchwork clothing is made of scavenged cloth and leather, tied and stitched together with crude seams. A strap crosses her chest, hinting at a weapon or tool slung behind. Her cold, guarded gaze scans the silence — a survivor, shaped by scarcity.