#i mean maybe that could be explained by the raiders literally breaking down their door. but i argue it could be both !

[gardening--tools]

If you are tasked with building a functioning community from scratch within the burnt-out husk of a pre-war suburb, and your only help is the last surviving member of an extinct civilian militia, a very angry woman mourning the loss of her son and either channeling that grief into (and only into) tending to wild gourds or lashing out at whoever happens to be closest, her husband who—also mourning his son—hasn't gotten out of bed since you all arrived, a seventy year old woman with a drug habit who speaks in cryptic riddles, a disabled member of the aforementioned civilian army who just woke up from a coma, a robot butler, a young woman who is mostly helpful but will sometimes stop and stare unresponsive into the middle distance for an unpredictable amount of time and will also sometimes disappear for the whole day (though she will often bring back something useful if she does), and a dog who you're pretty sure can speak English; and you're an escaped Institute synth with no experience in community planning or management, you might be named Sturges.