EXT. WASTELAND – OUTSIDE FILLY REGION – 2296 – LATE AFTERNOON
The horizon ripples with heat distortion.
JUNO trudges along a cracked, crumbling highway. His Pip-Boy flickers erratically — struggling to process corrupted coordinates.
Then — smoke. Not from ruin. Controlled. Fresh. Someone's alive.
He slows his pace.
JUNO
"All right. Fire means food or a fight. Let's approach this cautiously — I don't wanna die too soon."
He ducks behind a dead tree. Fidgets with his Pip-Boy while squatting.
PIP-BOY SIGNAL: AUDIO DETECTED
"…You're listening to Filly Freewaves, holding it down past the riverwalk.
Raider trouble east, clean meds west, and we're close to scav-trading hours at the lot.
Don't be dumb, Filly. Don't get shot."
JUNO
"…Holy sh—radio's still up?"
He starts walking. One direction — the signal gets weaker.
Nope. Turns around. Signal gets stronger. Yep — that way.
A small grin flickers across his face. He walks faster.
NEW LOCATION DISCOVERED: FILLY OUTSKIRTS
+50 XP
Filly bustles — a skeletal town stitched together with scrap and desperation. People move about — bartering, arguing, surviving. Juno slows, scanning the faces.
JUNO
"This is… definitely the apocalypse."
(beat)
"Looks like a swap meet run by Mad Max and a hangover."
He approaches a passing scav girl with a cart of wires.
JUNO
"Hi — sorry, do you know where—?"
She brushes past without a glance.
Another person walks by — a man with a worn-out Brahmin skull on his pack.
JUNO
"hello."
A vendor behind a makeshift grill calls out:
VENDOR
"Would you like some grilled iguana?"
JUNO
"No thank you, sir. Actually—could you—"
The vendor leans in, pushing the stick closer, wordless but insistent.
JUNO
"Cool chat."
He keeps walking. Eyes darting.
JUNO
"Wow. This place is… something.
Apocalypse brought to you by recycled signage and questionable smells."
EXT. DOWNTOWN FILLY
He follows foot traffic toward a giant hole in wall A faded wooden sign: DOWNTOWN.
Juno peers in . Blood. Barricades. Broken market stands. A few unmoving bodies.
He passes a wrecked bar — flickering neon sign reads: S.
Then, ahead—he sees it.
MA JUNE'S SUNDRIES – OPEN
The windows are shattered. Bullet holes lace the walls. One entire side has caved in. And yet—
A crooked sign hangs OPEN.
JUNO
"…You've got to be kidding me."
He steps forward. Hand drifting toward his pistol. Inside — faint movement.
He pauses. Exhales.
JUNO
"How the hell is this open?"
(beat)
JUNO
"Juno, stop — this is the apocalypse. You shouldn't be surprised.
And yet… I've got a feeling.
this is the Biggest shop in town's probably got a few answers. Or bullets. Maybe both."
He rests a hand on the doorframe, gathering himself.
Then — pushes it open.
The bell above jingles once.