The Grandfather of the Reunion

Prologue 2-3

The station

Starting major memory playback with: Diary entry of certain day

{June 30th}

These people are more interesting than I thought. I may or may not gathered some important or useful information, but I feel as if I personalised myself here. I'm already with these group of people, and I discovered that they're no different than my Outcasts.

I can't just abandon these people now, knowing my old group and theirs had a lot in common. After I talked with Talooly of course. If I say that name to her face, she will probably stab me with her horns.

For now, I have to make myself useful here. Not because I got called out by Sergeant Mccain, but these people really need help. Perhaps I should go to Judith, and head to this station of theirs. Maybe I'll bring Gordon too, he knows the place better. Not sure about his best friend's reaction though, but I will try.

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Continuing playback with: Memory event recreation

[He pockets his book, grabs his bag, his rifle, his leather jacket, and the various weapons he had; maybe not in that particular order, and heads to the main camp to locate Judith. He ignored the greetings for now getting thrown his way, only responding with a raised hand, a small wave, a smile, or a nod. They saw his behaviour a bit suspicious.]

[He then founds Judith talking with, yet again, that transvestite. Ideally in watch duty.]

Judith: "I don't think you look like a freak."

Transvestite: "You don't?"

Judith: "Honestly there's something about tights I find alluring, and you being not afraid to show it? That's awesome!"

Transvestite: "Oh! Uh...thanks?"

Judith: "Where'd you get that gas mask anyway? Shouldn't you change the filter by now? I heard it can literally suffocate you."

Transvestite: "I mod it to act like a dust mask now."

Judith: "Huh, never thought of that."

Hosea: "Judith."

*Both of them turned around, with Hosea recoiling upon the sight of a man, with a badass top...and tights on the bottom.*

Judith: "Ah! Morning, Hosea! What's up?"

Hosea: "I see you getting acquainted with...this...guy with no sense of fashion."

Transvestite: "I'll have you know, pants chafe more than tights!"

Hosea: "About what we talked about. The station? I'm interested in it."

Judith: "Oh! Yes! The station! Let me call Maurice. Um, David! Yo! Cover for me!

*David, the balaclava wearing deserted soldier from Willard's squad, perked up after Judith called him. He then grabs his helmet, and racks a slug in his shotgun. A Mossberg 500.*

Judith: "Let's go!"

Transvestite: "Leaving already?" *He shrugs, confused.*

Judith: "Don't worry, Alex! We'll come back! You can join us actually!"

Alex: *He flinched backwards from that invite. He hesitates, and considers to join, but he refuses and puts his rifle on his shoulder possibly to make himself look tough...just as long as you ignore the lower bits.* "I... Don't think I'm allowed to leave my post... Just stay safe, okay?"