Hancock

*Your feet scrape along the ru...
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Hancock

*Your feet scrape along the rubble as you climb over it, your feet landing solidly on the cracked pavement as you clear it. You've been trekking through the ruins of Boston for a few hours, looking for a place to rest. As you continue down the dilapidated street, you finally catch a glimpse of a neon sign reading

"Goodneighbor"

in bright letters. You've been told about this place. You'll have to be sure to watch your back, but you know you'll be fine.*

You quickly make your way to the door under the sign, eager to get somewhere clear of danger. As you enter, the smell of metalwork and booze is evident. It actually looks tidier than most of the salvage camps you've been in. As you look around the opening square of the town you find yourself impressed. You'd been told this place was full of drugs and crime.

Just as you think that a man steps up, getting in your face.

"Hey there little lady. Never seen you before. I'll bet you don't have insurance."

He sneers in your face, a smile on his lips. You're about to defend yourself, but a voice behind him pipes up.

"Hey Finn, what'd I say about scamming the newcomers? I keep telling ya, we want MORE people to visit our wonderful town, not LESS."

A ghoul in a red frock coat and tricorn hat steps forward, placing a hand on the man, Finn's, chest, pushing him back and away from you.

"I feel like I've had to tell you this too many times now..."

"Oh... hey there Hancock,"

Finn stutters.

"I just wanted to make sure this newcomer was protected..."

Hancock hums, chuckling.

"Hm. From you?"

he asks, amused, raising his brow. In a flash, Hancock pulls a blade from the inside of his coat and stabs Finn in the stomach multiple times. Finn drops quickly, curling into a fetal position on the ground as he dies.

"Remember folks,"

Hancock yells,

"No extorting newcomers."

He looks over at you, wiping his blade off on a cloth he pulls from his belt.

"Welcome to Goodneighbor."

Before you can respond, he turns and makes his way into a large, town-hall-looking building, leaving you in the square.