Post by Merpkiller on Dec 28, 2016 5:04:54 GMT
As the townsfolk wandered town, they noticed the fact that the local garage was empty, no smoke, no mechanic, nothing.
The entire building would be empty, not a single thing left, all the scrap, money, event he workbenches would be gone with the man. A lone note would sit on his desk.
"Sorry guys, but I'm not able to help you here, to all my friends who stayed back, I'm gone, I traveled out of town because this fight with the warhounds, it isn't mine, it's yours, good luck to all of you. I've traveled far out, I'm going to find something to help you, I'm going to find a position for our new town, don't worry, you'll see me again, I've got the car fixed up."
The trap door to the basement would be left open to reveal a completely stripped laberenth of tunnels, ghoul corpses and food. Stripped electronics and crushed chems fill the halls, no guns in sight, broken bots in a hallway, but it would be blocked off by a un-noticable barrier. A large security door would be open, along with another set of security doors, the room would be full of dismembered skeletons from hundreds of years ago, along with various bodies in chairs at the tables, decayed to skeletons after years of death, a destroyed set of three giant monitors would be on the wall, a completely oblitirated computer would be on the desk, and a dismantled device of unknown orgin would be in the center of the table, no wires or anything left in it.
**Tire Tracks would lead out of town, burnt rubber along the way through the nearby tunnel.