I ran into Betsy Young and she’s just as shiny as ever. I don’t know how she does it. She and Wyatt are well.
During another day of Phee and I exploring the nooks and crannies of Junkyard, Ike Taylor (city official) pulled us aside and introduced us to an old military man. And when I say old, I don’t mean old old; he looks like he’s in his mid-20s. I mean old as in he looks like stepped out of a textbook. Acts like it, too. He told us to call him Zeek and then quickly launched into his mission to reclaim the military vault he woke up in from a force of mutants and rescue any surviving soldiers. Taylor told him that we were just the folks to help him (and all I could think was this had better not be another “oh by the way, there’s a giant bomb” situations).
From our interactions so far I think we’ll get on well. Zeek has lofty goals to “restore our great nation”, but he’s very…I guess quaint would be the word. He still doesn’t really understand what life’s like now, and that while it would be great to save everyone, our resources are limited and we have to cut our losses somewhere. Not everyone is worth saving. Travellers on the road should be approached with the utmost caution, if not just outright avoided. I have a feeling that I’m going to get dragged into some lost causes over the next few months while he learns this, but I can’t exactly abandon the guy when so much of his goals align with ours. Not to mention I don’t think he would last more than a few days by himself. I’ll give him a few days because he’s certainly capable when it comes to survival and fighting, he’s just lacking in the common knowledge department.