A radstag quietly rummaged through a charred forest, picking away at various pieces of assorted foliage, searching for a meal. Several yards away, perched atop a tree branch, sat Jacob. With his rifle propped in the fork of the branch, he peered through the scope, and leveled the sight on the radstag, placing it where the bullet was sure to do minimal damage to the meat, while still providing a clean kill. Placing his taking a deep breath, Jacob eased his finger onto the trigger, and...

[h2][i]KRAAAAK!![/i][/h2]

The bullet raced off to the animal, striking it dead-on. A few birds fluttered away quickly, and Jacob climbed down from the tree, slinging his rifle over his shoulder, and rushing off to collect the reward for his last kill of the day. Kneeling down next to the radstag, Jacob slid his knife from its sheath, and began skinning and carving the animal, collecting the pelt and meat and storing them in a satchel. After finishing up, he took a swig from a bottle of rather stale water, and headed for Tenpines Bluff to trade what he could of his harvest for other supplies.

Stepping through the town gates, Jacob fumbled in his jacket pocket, pulling out a box of cigarettes, placing one in his mouth, and lighting it with a match. Taking a deep puff, he walked towards where Lucas Miller, a frequent visitor, had set up a trading post. Selling off some of the meat and pelts he'd collected earlier in the day, Jacob stocked up on rounds for his rifle, purchased a few bottles of water and a couple stimpaks, as Jacob's supply was running low and he wanted to be prepared.

From there, Jacob decided on a bit of rest. Making a quick stop to his shack outside the wall to drop off the remains of his hunting, Jacob took a breather and a smoke break, leaning up against a building in the center of town, and just taking everything in, making sure nothing went down while the Minutemen were in town.