Goodsprings

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Kric openned the door to the general store and walked into the dirty cluttered store. "Hey Chet, Got any fuel for me today?" Kric asked, walking up to the distressed white counter.

"Yep, sure do." Chet said as he reached behind the counter and lifted up a canister of fuel." Well I guess it depends on how many caps ya got."He chuckled at the joke he had just made.

Kric's large german shephard started to growl at Chet before Kric settled him. "Yeah, yeah. Here." He said, handing Chet a decent amount of caps for the fuel for his welder back at his gas station turned workshop.

"Alrighty then, that seems sufficient enough."Chet said wile counting his earns. Chet then slid the canister across the counter toward Kric." You have a good day, and don't forget that this is the best place to get your daily supplies."

Kric took the canister and left the building with his companion and hit the road, turning to walk up the small hill to his gas station home.

Blain had been walking without food for a day and a half. He trudged into a small old timey town called Goodspring. He slowly walked up to a young man walking with a German Shepard down the road."Excuse me... Where can I...cough cough...find some water?" with that he collapsed to his knees. He was sunburnt and parched.

"Um, The saloon, although I'm not sure if they have water. But i dont know if a shot of whiskey could help you. "
Kric replied, petting Krank.

Blain slowly stands up and says "than-k you...cough cough... I guess. Name is Blain, yours?" He chokes starting to walk in the direction towards a brightly lit saloon.

"Kric." Kric replied, "Stop by my gas station sometime."

"Sure thing... Kric." With that he walked toward the saloon smirking and thinking to himself "good start I made a cool friend and I haven't set anything on fire yet."