"Watch your mouth." I warned, keeping the same soft tone I had before. "I won't mind a harsh talk, but some of the others around ain't so tolerant. Besides, it was just a question, not an insult."

We didn't have much of a centre in Swells, since it would be roaming with rats and such. We spread ourselves evenly around here. Sure, we'd get attacked every now and again, but there is a considerable fire risk when combining dense areas of housing with my wiring.

We stopped by an old gun shop, barricaded to the point where you couldn't see anything inside. Except the owner was an idiot and forgot to set some locks in his door. Now, it gathers dust, the vault downstairs full of bullets and surplus weaponry. A grave outside with a broken shotgun stuck in it marks the owner's current position. I kicked the door open since it jammed the first two times I tried opening it, letting it swing and hit some bells. The vault downstairs was a considerable contrast to the faded posters and dusty shelves around. "One at a time. We don't want bandits snatching bullets off the road once your pockets burst from all the stuff you'll probably steal."

I'll be honest - most of the guns need a few repairs to be fully effective, but otherwise they're better than your forsaken peashooters.