The ruins of New York are a dangerous place, but if you know where to hide and where to scavenge, it became a little less so. I wasn't what people call lucky, but you didn't need luck to survive, if you relied on that, well, chances are you'd be dead within the week. This went through my head as I sat down in the ruins of an old apartment, too close to Central Park for my comfort. It was late in the evening, and I knew I wouldn't be making a fire tonight, I'd learnt never to underestimate Slave Traders and Raiders. Scavenging in the building, I found a little food and water, along with some Nuka-Cola. I opened my pack, looking at the little I'd found. about twenty caps worth, not even worth the trip, I'd have to stay another day unless I got extremely lucky, which was unlikely.