It hadn't taken long to settle into the abandoned military base just off of Rt. 119. Less than two weeks here and the place already felt like home. Good thing, too. We picked up a score and change more survivors after the skirmish with the bandits that broke up our convoy. The old construction tunnel wasn't fit for habitation and provided no refuge for folks who had good reason to mistrust each other. Hutch got into it with one of Rudy's guys over a jug of water; Hutch walked away with a split lip and the jug under one arm while the other guy still couldn't see quite right out of one swollen eye.
Thankfully, the base had plenty of walls to put up between folks with disagreements; it even had a sturdy brig to throw in the worst of the troublemakers if the occasion called for it. While our people were happy to have four walls and a roof over their heads again, we all had an uneasy feeling that the base wasn't quite as abandoned as it first appeared. Turns out, we were right.
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