The name is Lycan. Lycan Sizo. I'm an ex-military grunt that was sent to this ice-cold wasteland just before all this non-sense started. Guess I'm lucky for that. Everything I heard from back home before the communication went dead was disheartening and shameful. Makes me almost ashamed to be from America. Well, all of that is long behind me. I've been trapped here more or less and have been making do with what I find. I came across a few other survivors that were also stationed near here or just happened to wander their way up to this cold area of the world. We had a similar thought after seeing some of the groups that were forming in this area. All these people will need equipment. I don't need much, but I can find a lot. Perhaps they will pay for that which I don't need. Guess we will find out. Either I get money or items in return, or I become paint on someone's wall.