So many people. Everyone talking, everyone being a bit of jerks towards him. Well, except the old man. He was nice. He was willing to give him a shot. Rook listened to the people talking, asking about clothing and working out. He didn't care about that. He had work to do. He had seen himself away from the others, oddly silent for one so large, and found himself a patch of dirt. Sitting down, he would gather some of the refuse from around him, looking at it and then the buildings around him. Each bit of junk was arranged in a way that would show a building. He traced what was (very roughly) the outline of the coast. There was the fishing shack he had, the road, the coast line, all the buildings in the center of town, and the docks.

“Rook sees many problems. No wall. No way to make wall from keeping out Mirelurks. Unless willing to do a lot of work. Hmmm...” Rook drew a few lines, looking over it and then standing up. “Yes. That would do. Need many things. Rook needs many things.”

Unless bothered, he would spend nearly an hour wandering the coast line of the town, looping back to his shack each time before finally walking up the road to the town proper. Now he had several feet of old steel cable, some various odds and ends he had grabbed up from the shore in his bag, that diamond plate chest guard, and a plan. While he still carried his white flag, he had a different expression on his face. He would plant the flag next to himself and look at the ruined tractor trailer. Walking around it, he would give it a quick over, seeing how poor shape it was in. In truth, it didn't need to be perfect, it needed to work.

He had been to a town not too many days away from here years ago, and his muscles had been put to the test. He had helped to build various fortifications for the town. At first he was alone in doing so, but it never too long for others to join him. There were old shipping containers that had washed up on the shore. While they were not the best, it didn't matter. They could be used for a number of things. He would have to haul those up on his own.

Wrapping the rope several times around the end of the trailer, where the hitch would sit, he would loop this around his chest as well. With that set, he would turn towards his goal. With everything set, he shifted, and made to take a step. Everything was locked up, he could feel the bindings tighten upon his chest. Rook continued to strain against it.

“Rook not be beaten by metal cart!” He yelled, his legs finally starting to move and he was growling as he started to drag the trailer. He was not going far with it, but he knew it was going to take a lot of effort. With metal screeching as he walked, the trailer was pulled behind him. He was working on turning it once it was going. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it turn on a cap, but he didn't need to go far. Between the building full of robots and skeletons, and the shore, the fork was his goal. He moved it back and forth, his muscles taxed to their limit as he got it settled finally.

Using the bits of metal he had gathered from the beach, he put stakes in front of, and behind, the sixteen tires, locking it in place. Despite breathing heavily for a few moments, he looked pleased with this.

“Rook make foundation for wall. Flip on side, bring containers up from water, use those behind it. Maybe find working motors to make working gates! Maybe Rook swim to boats and see if those motors work! Rook hates swimming though...” He turned back to town, picked up his flag, and went towards the diner... Only to discover it was still closed. “Ahhh... Meat maker man is not here... Back to work for now.”

He walked back down the hill, setting down his flag and sighing some. He would move the sand bags next, arranging them in a way to make it so they could keep someone in town protected from bullets. The cars would be rough, but these were next. Rocking the rusted poles back and forth, it didn't take long for them to snap, and would set those by the flat bed. He repeated the process of moving the cars next, positioning them on either side of the road, making the makeshift cover one could use if attacked.