Tom followed him down the street, Tom was ready for this, and he started thinking to himself, about the man he was travelling with. Was he from Navarro, Adams, Raven Rock, maybe even the Poseidon Rig?
"So i'm travelling with you, may as well know more about you. Are you from the west, like Navarro and that, or here in the west, like Adams Base? Before you ask how I know about Navarro, my platoon sergeant was from The Hub, he used to tell me 'bout the west coast all the time back at Bannistor, so where?"
Tom wanted to know as much about the enclave officer as much as he could, he needed to have someone he could trust at his side.
"I'm from a place thousands of miles east of here, used to call it Great Britain in the before-times, it was a real cluster-fuck over there, definitely worse than here, that's ma' self then. I lived on a coastal town, absolutely riddled with these things called Deathclaws, scary fuckers they were, got 4 of them myself, hard though!"
Tom realised he was talking too much and David hadn't talked yet, they had made it quite a far way out into the wastes by the time he had finished.