With more dog tags than I could carry, I left the saloon and found Abundance’s general store. I don’t know how long it’s been, but I haven’t changed clothes since before the war. Seeing how much has changed, I’m guessing it could have been years. I ditched my old tweed jacket and button up and picked up a blue shirt and brown vest to hold all my tags and patches. They didn’t have any pants in my size, so duct taped my ripped knees. Still, it seemed like something was missing. I finished the outfit with a bandana, hat, and snow goggles to protect myself from all this dust.
Grabbing a backpack and some basic supplies, I found myself hesitant to go back into the wasteland. After seeing Saul Fore and the blacksmiths get taken out by those flaming bandits, I didn’t think I’d have much luck going out alone. Regardless, I knew that in a place like this, water was the most valuable commodity; more importantly, it would make me really rich.
I decided to head north, toward the edge of this desert valley. I figured there might be some melted snow up there or something, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Coming to the base of the mountains, I found what looked like a trail. Seemed like lady luck was on my side. Confident but cautious, I began my next adventure.
What will I do if I can’t find any water?