The sunlight was much brighter than what John had imagined. He closed his eyes, swam to the surface for another breath , and quickly dived back under. Reaching down to the sides of his belt, he felt around and finally his fingers wrapped themselves around the pair of Vault-Tec goggles that was issued to him. The fit was a little tight but this was not the time to make adjustments. With proper eye protection handled, it was finally time to get out of the water.
The edge of the lake was sandy and the first thing John noticed was foot print, apparently the same ones from the cave. The water logged vault suit was beginning to irritate and if not dried, would make the nights much colder. The suit came off easy and John draped the suit over his head and back. Next thing to do was a supply check to make sure nothing was ruined by the lake water. He had a full magazine for the 10MM pistol, a spare, the vault canteen and a couple bags of cheesy poofs.
With that done, it was time to make hit the trail. After moving about 600 yards , John noticed the corpses of three, green skinned, heavily muscled humanoids. All three, roughly 7-8 feet tall, were brought down by what looked like massed, small arms fire. One side of the canyon wall showed signs of explosives damage, probably from a rocket or missile type weapon. Surveying the surrounding carnage, weapons and ammo were nowhere to be found. Whatever these mutants were carrying, had been taken. All that was left was a rather old and unreliable looking rifle and a giant 2x4 with nails and a skull. Pass.
'What kind of shit did you guys get yourselves into?'
There was nothing else to do so it was time to move on. Scanning the top of the canyon, John spotted the rusted out hulk of a house over looking an abandoned gas station.
'Lets see what we can find there, assuming the others haven't scavenged the place already'
Getting to the top was none to hard, considering the path. With gun in hand, Wu secured the area outside and after taking a few cursory glances, moved inside the house. Most of everything inside was thoroughly ravaged by time but there were some signs of habitation. First there were the two caged insects, what seemed to be mutated cockroaches. There was food still in the cages indicating they had been fed. Next, there was a bed that looked like it was slept on recently. Finally, there were two newer looking lockers. Both were secured but the locks themselves were simple. The process was simple and smooth and eventually, both popped open. The first contained about 20 rounds of .308, in 4, 5 round magazines, along with a load bearing vest that would hold an assortment of goodies from magazines to grenades. The second held the prize itself, a pre-war DKS-501 sniper rifle, with bi-pod, telescopic sight and a fresh 5 round mag of .308.
'Nice'
John put the spare mags in the vest pockets, holstered his pistol, and picked up the rifle. With the house cleared, the gas station was next. After some rummaging around, all the gas station produced was skeletal corpse and some nuka cola.
'Alright, lets check our map.'
From the co-ordinates, it looked like the rest of the team would be in the area around the disposal site to the south.
