A tall man in his 60s entered the town of New Hope with a large bag on his back and a dull look on his face. John had simply been looking for a shelter for the night, and instantly took notice of the ghouls, super mutants and robots around him.
Oh, it's that kind of settlement.
Well, it was either this or the wilderness, so the man wouldn't complain. He made his way to the building that most resembled a bar and before going inside, took one more look at the area around him. The security here appeared to consist of poorly equipped volunteers and a single sentry bot - Geez, it's a miracle this place even exists with all those raiders and shit lurking around.
"So, does anyone here need medical attention or can I just get drunk?"