As night drew in and the air turned cold, Keeper settled in next to the fire of his campsite. It was someone else's spot at some point, judging by the haphazard lean-to made with sticks and tarp, and that someone else never left, judging by the human bones just down the path towards the creek. Some people just weren't cut out for leaving their settlements.

Rested on a seat torn from a bus some ages ago, Keeper cracked open his last bottle of Nuka Cola Dark and poured out the first shot for the tasting pleasure of lingering spirits. The Nuka Dark cost him damn near an arm and a leg, brought up north all the way from Nuka World down in the Boston area. No matter how hard he searched, he just couldn't find any along the Appalachian Mountains.

He took a swig, savoring the taste before swallowing. He wasn't tired quite yet, eyes and mind still plenty alert. Hopefully that would change after a drink and some time in front of a warm fire.