Veronica stood next to one of the picnic tables at the 188 Trading post, mostly using the time to stay away from the Bunker, the Sights of Vegas up further along the road, the sun was bright and soon after the sky would fade to an orange as time moved on.

There was a slow movement of people from further south moving up to Vegas, to either try and gain access or stay in one of the small communities that had made it's places next to the strip, she simply watched them come and go.