Turmoil seemed to follow Preston Garvey and his rag-tag band of wastelanders for endless miles. After making it to concord, only a mere month after surviving the events of the Quincy Massacre, there were only 6 members left of the original 19 people rescued. Completely out of food and water the group hoped to find provisions and a home in Concord.
Preston led the others down the main road of Concord. The road was decaying and broken in many spots. Rusted cars and broken wood littered the entire street as far as the eyes could see. The group stopped in front of the Museum of Freedom, a rather intact old place filled with history of pre-war Boston. "Dont you think this would make a great place to rebuild the power of the Minutemen, Preston?" the only other Minuteman in the group asked to his leader.
Preston smiled at the man as several gunshots rang from close range on the street adjacent to them. The settlers ran straight for the building while crying in confusion and terror. Raiders were charging from behind a rusted red pickup truck. The Minuteman that had talked to Preston was hit by the number of bullets the Raiders were firing. Preston dove to the ground and let loose a bright red beam from his laser musket. The beam struck an advancing raider in the leg as Preston bounded to his feet and up the steps of the old museum.
Inside the museum the settlers were trying to drag a bookcase across the main entryway. "Forget that," Preston shouted, "Raiders are right behind me. We need to get to higher ground now!" The group hustled through the gate, Sturges locking the gate behind him, and up to the 3rd floor where they barricated up in an office. The office had a balcony that Preston could use but no cover. Sturges flipped a desk upon Prestons request and the 2 began to heave it onto the balcony. Preston also managed to flip a desk horizontally to cover their main entrance while Sturges did the same with the side. With the settlers protected, Preston sat at his perch on the balcony and fired shot after shot from his rifle at the advancing Raiders.
More and more Raiders joined in the fray. there were at least a half dozen outside as well as the half dozen inside. Everytime Preston put one Raider down another would come and join in. Preston was starting to fatigue and lose faith in himself. Preston could only grit his teeth and try his hardest to protect the people of Quincy. There was nobody coming to help them, They were all alone. Preston was all alone.