I set up a couple guard posts, and start building walls around the general area we're living in. I scrap more of Sanctuary and build a boxy two-story residence on an empty foundation and fill it with beds. My little neighborhood is growing!Ī few days pass without incident. Like my grandaddy said, a town ain't a town without a revolting mutated two-headed cow. I build a trough so he'll stick around (the cow, not the settler). Heading back to town, I greet my third settler, who I'm pleased to see has brought a mutant cow with him. Once he's crossed the river, I gun him down as well. He's a mile away, near a distant shack in the woods, firing at me from behind cover.
It's a raider, and presumably the dog's owner.
While I'm gathering meat from the dog, I hear some noises that sound suspiciously like bullets whistling past my ears. He is not a good boy and after some more staring he abruptly attacks me and I shoot him down. While I'm carefully picking their remains out of the river, I'm shocked to look down and see a large dog slowly walking through the water, staring at me. Down by a small dock to the north, I shoot a couple of bloatflies. Sanctuary is an island, sorta-the river flows around it on both sides, and I figure anything inside the riverbanks is technically part of Sanctuary, even though the buildable area doesn't cover the whole island. There's a lot to scrap in Sanctuary-trees, logs, cars, fences, furniture, even entire ruined houses-but it's not going to last forever.īetween scrapping expeditions, I explore the grounds. You'll find it lying in the street.ĭay two brings a radiation storm, so I go back to bed until day three, when a second neighbor arrives and I put her work tending the scavenging bench I've built, which means she'll amble around finding additional junk items to add to my stash. The polite thing would be to knock on the door.
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