Ground level medium shot, heavy overcast grey afternoon, light drizzle. A lone courier stands with their mech at the edge of a half collapsed highway overpass. The mech is 3.5 meters tall, cobbled together from a dozen different sources: one arm is an excavator bucket, the shoulder plating is cut from a yellow school bus, the chest cavity is open showing a small diesel engine puttering out thin wispy white smoke, a dozen little plastic lucky charms and faded ribbons tied to its hydraulic lines. The courier, a girl in a faded puffer jacket and scratched goggles, is sitting cross legged on the mech's shoulder eating a tin of beans. Their delivery cargo, a dented sealed insulated medical crate, is strapped to the mech's back. In the far distance, through mist, the broken jagged skyline of a dead city pokes above the tree line.