"God damn it!" "Don't move!"
"Outlander, put down your weapons!" "Nova, hurry up and call the mayor!"
A shootout seems to be about to break out at Moriarty's... it seems.
"A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding... Break up, brother soldier, although this subconscious reaction is definitely not wrong, and you don't have to be afraid in the future, but this time you have to put down the gun and apologize," Liz came to the bar empty-handed, That is, in the middle of the confrontation between the two sides, he explained to the old man who was suspected of being the store manager who had just ordered, "We are tourists from overseas, and the people we know who look like that are not only irrational and aggressive, but they can also make people who are attacked. The people he attacked have become the same, which is the so-called virus infection... So there were some overreactions just now, and I'm really sorry."
"... It's not a zombie."
"I'm sorry, we are so rare."
Clausa and Leon are still very obedient. Besides, they have also discovered that the "monster" they subconsciously aimed at with their guns did not attack people, and even the eyes hidden in the disgusting eye sockets were full of energy.
"Overseas tourists... Although I don't quite believe this statement, I really don't think you are like a wastelander, Nova, put down your weapons."
"Looking at it now~ Isn't there two super nice men~ It's completely on the same level as the others~"
In this world, except for children and people who can't afford weapons, everyone carries weapons with them. Similarly, the enemy will never put down their weapons without first laying down their weapons. It is also a must for survival... Fortunately, the boss Moriarty · Colin wasn't too mad enough to take the opportunity to order an attack.
He had only raised his gun in self-defense.
"Hey, I haven't been in a similar situation for years... Slippery, tell me what people you know who look like us 'zombies' are like?" The bartender, Gaber, was actually relatively calm." Oh, by the way, we are people who were affected by radiation and mutated because we failed to hide in the shelter before the war. We are not contagious, but some people's brains are also affected... If the zombies are rampant, you can do whatever you want."
In fact, this statement is not accurate. These "zombies" are citizens who were infected with the FEV virus and were exposed to large doses of radiation. The FEV virus in this case forces their organs to shrink and freezes their metabolism, making them live longer, but because of their slow metabolism, their muscles start to atrophy and their skin becomes easily deformed or even sloughed off under external influences—meaning they are also viruses Carriers, but they didn't notice it themselves, and they did not have the infectivity of the biochemical virus in Leon's world.
"That one can't be explained in detail, in short, it's a much worse disaster than you think... As an apology, give me some snacks and a glass of bar." In order to calm the atmosphere, Leon forced himself to sit in front of the bar, and left Several bottle caps for consumption.
The customer is as effective as God in this world, at least the bar owner has a lot of relaxed eyes.
"That means you... there are many zombies out there?" Poole asked curiously with an unbearable expression.
"Boy, can you tell that you just ran out of Vault 101?" The suit on your body says it all, "But it's better to be tactful, and hypocritical compliments are always easier to make things worse than bad words. Better... write about the white-haired slippery skin just now."
"...I'll pay attention." Poole was somewhat embarrassed to be accused of bad manners.
"In addition to zombies like me, there are super mutants, multi-legged monsters and other mutant creatures outside, and there are even the most terrifying death claws. If you want to survive in this wasteland, you better go to other places to ask. Ask about these things."
"Many, thank you." I didn't expect to receive kind reminders from such... "people".
And Leon and Clausa are even more so, they just pointed guns at people.
"Boss, the mayor said that you seem to have met a middle-aged man who is suspected to have come out of Refuge 101 recently. Now the child is looking for his father. Can you tell him how to find his father?" Leeds said so and let go, and Poole had already run over to take his place.
"God, you were that little baby boy... Your father got what he wanted and left, and it looks like you are the same?" There is some sincerity here.
"You must be joking. My dad and I were both born in Vault 101. You can't possibly meet me."
"Huh? That's what your dad said?!... Well, it's understandable that he wants to live in safety and security in the shelter," Moriarty laughed, "your dad, his frat Dude, and you used to live in this bar... It took a few days for you to be accepted by the supervisor of the shelter~"
"What?!" This is not in line with the knowledge Poole has received since he was a child!
He wanted to lie when he suspected the other party, but Dad suddenly ran out of the shelter without permission. It was a very abnormal situation, and his words were faintly reflected.
"Let me guess, that incomparably closed shelter is still a brainwashing education of 'Long Live the Superintendent'? The guys who escaped five years ago still say that."
"..." It turned out that it wasn't "no one ever left the sanctuary" as the supervisor said, it was just that they had been kept in the dark all the time. As for those in the know? Could it be that he was cleaned up like he was half a day ago? But he was lucky enough to escape...
"Ah, this is the end of the memory. News is a commodity. If you want to know where your father goes, you have to pay for bottle caps. I hope you who just came out of the wasteland can understand this." You just want to make some money, right
"How much?" Poole, who just received the shock, didn't think anything. He didn't consider this man a friend of his father at all... In fact, it wasn't, it was just a relationship between the store and the consumer.
"300 bottle caps~"
"!" To get a reward of 100 after dismantling a nuclear bomb, this offer is too fierce, isn't it
"By the way, can I change the payment method?" Liz chimed in as Poole tried to use his near-zero bargaining skills (since there was no currency in the shelter to speak of).
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"Because the guy over there did something, the mayor gave us a small house..." All the food bought with 100 bottle caps was given to the residents of the town. The mayor seemed to feel embarrassed, or maybe he wanted to stay here The group of talented and generous passers-by have this special benefit, "As you can see, we are about to set off to find his father, the house is empty and empty, why don't we leave it to you? Of course, the best thing is to For the girls over there as staff quarters, Poole doesn't want his house to be used by other men all the time."
"... This proposal is acceptable," Moriarty glanced at the employee Nova, "I mean renting to guests."
"Of course, we're still going to stay for one night tonight... How many days will the 300 bottle caps be rented, and if we haven't come back after the expiry date, we can do whatever we want. After all, Poole has just left the shelter, the world is so big, Seriously, it's very unlikely that he will make this his home..." In fact, Poole never made it his home in his life... But Moriarty didn't really have a message for a big house, mayor I took it back later~
"Well, I was persuaded by you."
"Huh~"
"So-called eloquence and trading skills..." The wasteland scholar learned something again.
"Then I'll tell you James's gone—"