My wife was killed,my world destroyed,only groups of survivers remained in ruined cities,I was one of them, my name is Mad Max by friends and fsmily, because I use to be a police officer by trait and a family man,but times became hard,our nation fell, I fell, lost faith in myself,but now as I stood in front of my wife's grave I prayed for her.I loved her,she was part of me and me to her.Now I turn and saw not to something unusual but more common these days ,grave robbers I checked my gun which I still carry and looked at the grave robbers three of them and all young men I was in my thirties but still i could hang with the best of them,' Goodbye,' I told my wife and slowly approached the grave robbers to they saw me drop the casket they were removing from the grave and each nodding to each other silently turned as they saw me. I ready my gun and fired. Max waited for the bullet to leave the gun and he watched as it did heading straight toward the nearest grave robber to him, the bullet hit. The grave robber fell but Max stayed where he was he was still out numbered and outgun . The grave robbers carried rifles and what appeared to be a machine gun. But Max had experience on his side and learning too deal with people like the grave robbers .to be continued,Mad Max,part 2,Reborn.