Welcome to the wasteland
This is the first story ive written. Please no hateful coments. Besides, its better to make a friend than an enemy. The irradiated waters felt cold against scales as I bathed in the radioactive lake. Though I was immune to the effects of radiation the waters always felt dirty and full of grime and impurities. Despite my best efforts to maintain good hygene, out here in the wastes you never stayed clean for long. Life was that much harder because of my traits.For I was half a man and dragon, I wouldent call myself a mutent but other than that, I dont know what I’d be called. Thier is a few bonuses to this though. One being my Scales reflect bullets and lasers alike, even survived a mini-nuke once, poor bastard never knew who he …