Loot, scrap, kill and repeat was typically the life of a wasteland wanderer and Allister was no different in that regard, though he did look mostly for fusion cores. The most typical place to search was anywhere that would suck up plenty of power and may be either too creepy or dangerous for any other scavenger to have gone through.
The partially collapsed high school, covered in dried blood and radioactive material, that stood in front of him was perfect. Practically with a skip in his step he didn't waste time and crashed through the front door, plasma rifle raised and ready to melt anything down to ash. What he hadn't expected, however, was someone else standing in front of him on the other side of the door he'd just crashed through, he figured they'd at least be yknow.. hidden.