He had no idea how long he was traveling along the old route of I-80. He was heading west, trying to make his way to the New California Republic. It was a long time since his particular skills were used by anyone with the caps to pay, and the Californian territory seemed like a good place to call home. He wasn’t getting younger, and the years were beginning to creep up. Initially, the idea to travel the wasteland was given to him by a ghoul he once called a friend. Read more
