Rising Sun Valley cray cray

"You okay, Darkside, bro? Got any injuries or cuts since the accident? I was pretty lucky, just some bruises and a medium size cut on my lame foot." But my only friend died, by best friend. Outlaw shook his head slightly, trying to forget about it. He would make new friends of the survivors- Dogmeat and Spectre, and maybe this dude. He seemed okay. He was maybe six months younger than Outlaw, which in Outlaw's mind meant he was in charge. He needed a new friend, maybe even a little gang of teenagers to chill with. Eventually, he'd settle into this new unorganized pack. And eventually claim the throne of king for himself.