[color=ed1c24][b]Ace Makovich - Salem - Morning [/b][/color]

Ace carried the bloody ghoul as far as he could, but even soon his strength started to give way. The ghoul was muttering unintelligibly most likely due to blood loss, and of course due to loosing limbs. Ace stopped for a moment, by the diners back wall, and leaned the ghoul up next to it. He looked down at his clothes they were covered in blood, he groanned realizing he'd have to throw his clothes out. 

His arms ached and he tried lifting him up but struggled. He saw no other option but to drag him. He made his way around the diner and headed for the clinic. Frieda was standing guard outside, she probably heard the fighting. Ace Pulled the ghoul over to the clinic and made his way u the few steps. Frieda kept some distance from him, "This way," Frieda directed Ace. "There's an empty cot over there," she pointed.  

Ace placed the ghoul on the cot and stepped back.  Frieda cleared her throat and turned to Ace.  "Situation under control, out there?  What happened?"

Ace looked at his hands and then back up to Frieda. "Ummm...well..." He scratched his heads unsure of how telling Frieda of a super mutant attack. After all she was super mistrustful of Rook already, and she was suspicious of him. He mumbled, "super mutant attack..." She gave him a look, and he looked up at her, "Its a super mutant attack...but before you whig out and freak out or something... Rook is fighting them... and... and... so is another mutant..."