In The Beginning

The Town of Goodsprings was quiet and calm. Birds were chirping and the brahmin mooed in Farmer Brown's pasture. Sunny Smiles had just woken up for the day as she exited her hut and caught that cowboy robot dragging bodies up to Doc Mitchell's place. Cheyenne, her wolf-hybrid, cocked her head to the side and whimpered resulting in the robot's voice resounding in a nonchalant "How're
ya doin', partner?".

The town was remotely quiet, especially after the events over night.

A lightning storm blew in from the coast of California, out near where the New California Republic laid their home. It seemed to have blown in these oddly dressed men with it; each man was decked out with leather and stuff that looked like soot, but had the consistency of make up. The towns people had no idea what to think at first, that is, until much later in the afternoon.

Doc Mitchell was concerned for the man with the cross earring in his left ear. His wounds were significantly worse than the others. The four other men that were with him were battered, bruised and blacked out, but this man was shot in the head.
Grabbing his surgical kit, he reach for the scalpel to dig for the bullet lodged within the young man's skull.
A few hours went by before Doc felt as though he did a significant enough job. Sewing the wound shut, he was thanking all that was high and mighty this young man had his hair cut the way it was. The wound would heal in a matter of days.
Up on the hill behind the town, stood a grave yard with a few graves of residents that had passed, but five graves stood empty. Dirt scattered all around, it was evident these men were made an example of. Victor, the robot who had found the wandering band of misfits earlier, stood among the graves and glanced around for any belongings left behind. A few wallets, plastic pieces that looked like chips, and sticks that were oddly shaped were scattered about the ground. The robot gathered what he could and made his way back to Doc Mitchell's.

Notes

The prologue :)