"Janice, I'm sure we look like freaks to them as well so shh, please. And Daniels...I'll let Sam take that question."
Wanderer the town for problems
I'm not sure what problems you're looking for, but there are sure to be some around here.
You wander around a bit, past the commons, until you come upon a group of ghouls standing around an old generator attached to the side of a building. They're talking among themselves quietly. That is, until the generator makes a loud
pop sound and sends one of the ghoul into a flurry of curses. Maybe you could help out?
Sam looks at Daniels in dissapointment for a moment.
"Obviously we sleep together and 2 people stand guard at a time. Calm down Daniels."
It's only as he speaks that it becomes obvious Sam is straining not to blink and wincing every time he fails.
"I'm calm... I'm fine, just being cautious here," Daniels says, agitated.
"Janice, I've got to be honest here, you can go ahead and leave to do whatever you want to, but I'm not even going to consider goin' along with you. This place is, in my mind our best option for surviving out here and later on down the road, taking out the bastards that attacked the vault.
All I'm saying is, they've given us a chance, and I know I'm not going to go and squander it."
Francis turns his head slightly towards Daniels.
"I get the need for cautiousness, but that's no reason to leave the place. And as Sam said, we can keep guard during the nights."
Janice doesn't respond, she just gives you a sour look.
"Okay, we'll keep watch. That sounds good."Follow the Ghouls.
The group, minus Clair, heads into the large building that Brakes hurried off to. As you walk down the street you pass ghouls that give you passing glances of guarded suspicion. None of them stop you, or even interact with you. They just go about their lives.
The buildings are much the same as on the outskirts, boarded up and partially repaired. Some of them even have their old signs.
Pizza Lad,
Electronics Ba-dum,
Barton Dry Press, all artifacts of a lost age. Soon, you reach your destination, a building with a worn out sign depicting someone rollerskating. You enter to find a large rollerskating rink covered in tables and shelves. Several ghouls are already here, talking and eating. Brakes waves you over to a table near the centre of the room.
"Don't mind Witt. She's the isolationist type, ya see. I'll see what I can do about keeping you guys around for a bit... Hey, I bet you got a buch of questions for me. You know, about the wasteland and such. Lay 'em on me."