Quinn never thought of the Outside was this dangerous; It had only been two weeks after he had left Vault 43 and already, he started hating it. The Vault was placed in a subway under what was called... New York; indigenous to the American Settlers and soon after Henry Hudson and some others had colonized this area of land. New York width was about 450 to 455 kilometers and length was about 530. So if he were to go back to the Vault it would take him approximately a 4-mile walk, quite shaming as it has only been two weeks and he has only gone that far. " Dammit. " Quinn tugged on his survival backpack with all his basic life needs but for some crazy reason, the Vault didn't pack him a weapon. So Quinn was stuck with his bare fists and his wits. Luckily on his treck farther into New York's streets he had met an actual fur cat. The first cat he'd seen before- succumbed with joy he picked up the cat...forcefully. " Awww~ Hello. " His words were like a string and conntected them as he spoke to the cat. The cat didn't attack Quinn, surprisingly. 


Quinn had held the cat close, lightly as he walked. His feet moved over the debris, his eyes jerking left and right , he should've asked for  New York's past time map so he could at least get around, mark and upate things he needed to. But Quinn insisted that he would go out without anything. Quinn, again tugged on his backpack strap and continued to walk. " Mr. Catkins, what should we do? " He says talking to his new cat. The cat stays silent but Quinn continues his trek in the new world.