Trent scratched the back of his head, and continued digging through cupboards and shelves for non spoiled food. He had already cleaned out the apartment closest to the one he was in now, but found some ill-fitting clothes and some "Sir Bean" brand pork and beans. "Sweet!" Trent said lightly to himself as he opened a cupboard and found a large stock of food, most of which seemed as fit as you'll get in The Waste to eat. He slipped off his backpack and set it down quietly as he pulled down cans after cans to check through.
Trent was very happy with his haul food wise, he got five cans of beans, a dozen bags of mostly good chips and two Salisbury steaks. He moved from the kitchen into the bedrooms to see if he could find any clothes to replace the thrashed ones he was wearing currently. He looked through drawers, tossing ones that he knew wouldn't fit to the side, and ones that might into another. Trent made sure to grab a few jackets to check through because even though it was pretty warm during the days, it got cold during the nights. When he had gathered all the clothes he wanted to check, he dragged them to a bathroom that had a non-shattered mirror. Trent brushed his longish brown hair out of his face and stretched, pulling his torn shirt off. After looking through the shirts e found one that was a dull sandy colour, with some light patterns on it that looked like a bunch of fancy knotted rope. He put it on and though it was a bit baggy it fit well. Then, he tried pants, looking just for a pair of sturdy jeans to swap with his. It took him a few tries, but he found a pair that fit and we're relatively strong. Lastly, he tried on the jackets he grabbed, out of the three, the one that fit was a deep brown leather jacket with rust colored fur on the neck. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his dull green eyes look back at him, along with his somehow still pale skin. He turned and headed out of the bathroom and grabbed his bag which he set just outside the door. With a small smile on his face he left the apartment and headed back to his small camp.
By the time he got to his current camp, which was a small abandoned building from Pre-War, which surprisingly still has running water, it tasted like shit and was probably irradiated, but really, what here wasn't? He pulled open the old door and made a mental note to fix the hinges on it, and set his bag down on the floor in a corner. He say on the couch he dragged in a few days back that serves as his impromptu bed. He looked over at his shelf for food and decided that he really needed to sort it. Trent got up with a small sigh and dug the food out of his backpack and carried it over to his shelf. It took about half an hour to do, and was a good way to waste time. He stood up and sighed, checking the watched he had found, and got fixed up for a good sum of caps, he decided it was time for him to crash for the night.
He woke up with a start, someone was shouting outside of his camp. He crouched down and slowly grabbed his trusty silenced 12.7 pistol and slid out of his house. What he saw, was something somewhat common in The Waste, a raider attack some random person who couldn't defend themselves. He crept up closer as the raider knocked the man to the ground and started to beat him. With no hesitation he placed a bullet into the back of the raider's head and pushed her body off of the poor man. He got up shivering from the experience he went through he quickly said thank you, and ran off in the direction of the closest settlement. Trent crouched down to loot the raider of any valuables she had. He got sixteen bottle caps, a couple bullets for a 10 mm, and a tin of Cram. He dragged the body off to a ditch somewhat near a nasty irradiated lake. He walked back home and finally got a good sleep for the night.