"Well go on, ain't got ol' day." The Ghoul flickered his gun in the direction of the store. The worn out sign above barely pronucing the old name of the store before the bombs. In big rusty bold letters, Super-Duper Mart. But by the looks of it and the sound of a mysterious voice over the little intercome the Ghoul pressed. It seems to have a more sinister thing going on inside the store, the automatic door swinging open at the loud buzzing sound. Whatever is inside awaits you, death or not. The Ghoul doesn't care.

He's here for one thing and one thing only. Chems in exchnage for you.