Wapun Meadow Fluttermice

Outlaw was exploring the nearby area, despite his injury and weakened state, or any possible warning words from Dogmeat. He was a curious teenager, and didn't like not knowing things. Thoughts of Railroad, memories of their times together, filled his head. He was angry that his best friend was just dead. Mad at whatever made their van flip. If it hadn't, he and Railroad would probably be chilling somewhere right now together. Outlaw sniffed a little flower in front of him. It had been so long since everything seemed so natural. SycamoreLabs wasn't exactly a park. Meanwhile the sleepless teen was unaware of #97 nearby.