New Vance City

The Bone Yard sprawls like a festering wound at the ragged edge of the Raider’s Camp, a brutal testament to the lawlessness gnawing at New Vance City’s outskirts. This is no mere graveyard—it’s a twisted battlefield shrine where the spoils of chaos gather. Twisted carcasses of burnt-out vehicles, stripped to skeletal frames, lie heaped in jagged barricades mixed with shattered bone and broken gear. Scattered trophies of brutal raids—dried blood, cracked helmets, and broken chains—serve as grim warnings to any who might trespass. Here, raider packs like Wreckjaw’s brood assemble for their blood-soaked sorties, sharpening rusted blades beneath makeshift watchtowers built from scrap and skulls. The air is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and burning fuel, mixed with the ever-present haze of smog and dust. To the people of New Vance City, The Bone Yard is more than just wasteland—it’s a reminder that beyond the city walls, savage hunger still rules.

Beneath a sky stained orange from perpetual dusk and fire smoke, The Bone Yard is a chaotic graveyard of rust and ruin. Jagged hulks of stripped vehicles lean like broken tombstones, their twisted steel ribs catching the flickering light of propane torches and distant bonfires. Scattered across the cracked asphalt are piles of fractured bones mixed with shattered gear and jagged scrap metal, glinting dangerously in the dim light. Ramshackle tents woven from tarps and patched leather cling to warped skeletons of buses and trucks, while crude scaffolding rises haphazardly, crowned with skulls and shattered helmets. The low, constant drone of scavenger engines revving mixes with the clatter of metalwork and distant, guttural laughter. Smoke curls from scattered fires, casting long, flickering shadows across the piled wreckage. Every surface is coated in dust, soot, and bloodstains—the colors of survival in a place where the weak don’t last long.