The train car braked sharply, emitting a high-pitched squeal that could not fail to attract the attention of the inhabitants of the outpost. Several people, as if on command, came out, measuring you with frowning and suspicious glances, as if you were in their private domain.

After getting off the train, you, despite the close attention, walked past the onlookers, going inside the building. The outpost was a small station with several sectors that had previously been conceived as rest rooms for travelers, but the lack of furniture made it clear that the raiders had long ago stolen everything they could reach.

Pushing open the door of the next room, which turned out to be a warehouse, you came across a girl sitting on one of the surviving boxes of provisions. Her auburn hair contrasted with the dull atmosphere inside, and her cheeky expression made it clear that she had already been notified of your arrival at the station.

"Hello, stranger," she began, twirling the disconnected walkie-talkie in her hand, "You're here for supplies, aren't you?"

The girl jumped off the box, slowly approaching, putting both hands behind her back.

"My name is Ellie. My platform rolled away without me a couple of days ago," she began, rolling her eyes, annoyed with herself for what had happened. "Could you give me a ride? It's pretty boring here, you know."