[i] [color=662d91] [h1] [center] Jeremy Kürten [/center][/h1][/color][/i]

[color=662d91][b] [h1] [center] NCR Ranger Camp Foxtrot  [/center][/h1][/b][/color]


Jeremy left with the others after finishing the small repairs he had to make on his robotic companions. In the back of his mind, he was worried that perhaps he shouldn’t have taken the ranger’s offer. There was a definite possibility that he would be shot or killed being on this mission. A part of him wished he just continued towards Camp Mccarran. Going to the ruins of Vault 11 seemed quite worrying. He had heard of the many people going into Vault 11 scavenging for treasure, but many of them would never come back. But he thought they would not mind a ghoul wandering around, or so he thought. So having the others with him would be beneficial for his survival. 

The ghoul noticed a large amount of his feral brethren coming toward the group. He tensed up and typed the screen of his Pip-Boy. His robots prepare themselves for combat by readying their weapons. He had dealt with feral ghouls before. They were easy to deal with alone but in groups were quite an issue. He promised himself he would not turn into one of them. He would rather shoot himself before turning into a mindless cannibal.