[b]Forty[/b]

Hours had passed since Forty had left the smoldering wreck, he hadn't really payed attention to how low the sun was in the sky and before he knew it, it was hidden far below the buildings casting just a eerie twilight into the air. It would be another day's walk to Liberty City where he meant to ask some locals the whereabouts of his friends; for now he was left wandering near some sort of park. The park however seemed off. Stone buildings and plaques rose from the ground, some cracked and overgrown with stubborn but dried out weeds, some remained relatively pristine in the landscape. 

Forty stared in quiet awe, just moments before he was crossing toppled roadways and mantling imposing ruins,but now it was just a flat plain interwoven with stone crosses and slabs. It had a somberness about it, but that didn't take from the apparent danger of his situation. He'd been around long enough to know the dangers the night brings; only the truly dangerous monstrosities and the painfully desperate Wastelanders came out after dark. He'd have to find some shelter.

The sun had settled further into the horizon, the night quickly approaching, when he heard the clink of metal and leather on concrete. His gaze turned upwards at a silhouette rappelling down the side of a highway. It cleared the height and worked to make itself as small and inconspicuous as possible privy to their situation. She was uncannily good at it, but he'd already seen her and it doesn't take much to keep an eye on something you're intently focused at. He started to make his way towards the silhouette before he lost it in the myriad of stones, and mimicked its movements, not wanting to be the blubbering idiot that alerts a deathclaw or something. He was making good progress until his unfortunate hands ran across a stone cross and it came crumbling down in a dusty heap, quite audibly he might add.

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