Not What I Expected (Tom, Ike, Sam, WHOEVER YOU WANT)
Tom was prowling through yet another city in Boston. The buildings almost made him feel claustrophobic with HOW MANY TOWNS were around....and yet most were oddly empty. He had been picking off Raiders till one with armor that resembled the ones worn by the BoS and chased him off. Weren’t you suppose to be trained to wear those things?? He scowled as he lurked in the shadows, licking his wounds and grumbling. He missed Sunset Sarsaparilla. He missed the open range. He missed.... He felt something wet strike the back of his bare neck and caused him to seize up. After listening a moment, he heard the sound of slow pitter patters of rain. He looked up at the gray sky for a moment and let a fat drop hit his cheek. Huh. This wasn’t so bad. It was sort of nice. The sky opened on the ghoul and rain bombarded him. He let out a slow snort and looked back down. It wasn’t.....that bad..... He had wondered why ghouls here were less peely and more... like raisins? He could describe them of looking WET, and now he assumed he knew why. He stomps towards the nearest building, and opens the door. His free hand plays around the gun at his side as he steps in with a wet boot.