Freeside was a large, un-developed expanse of slums and buildings falling into disrepair. This was where whoever couldnt get into the strip would end up. Boone tried to look in-conspicious, but that was hard to do considering his current attire. As he walked down the street, people huddled around burning trash cans for warmth would look up with surpised and even scornfull looks. Beggars would sat against the wall, begging any passers by for caps so they could afford there drugs.
"please, mister, spare a cap, i need my fix!" said a man led on the ground, He looked as if he hadnt eaten in a week or washed for twice as long. Boone kept walking, as much as he wanted to help him, he knew any money given to him would go to drugs, and not food. Freeside was a rough place and people like the beggar were a common sight here. After walking on a bit and rounding a corner, Boone walked into a group of three men, Each dressed in scruffy clothes, each had a knife in there holster. Boone accidently walked into one of them, who dropped a bottle ofwhisky he was drinking, which shattered on the ground.
"Whoah! who the fuck do you think you are wise guy!" The thug shouted in boones face. Boone tried to maintain a calm ,collected persona.
"im sorry, it was an accident, but im gonna ask you nicely, dont yell in my face." he said calmly. As he did so, the two other thugs moved behind boone, as if to cut off a retreat. The thug pulled out a switchblade.
"Im gonna fuck you up pretty boy, you smashed my whisky. it aint cheap, not these days." He clicked his switch blade. "either you pay up, or im gonna carve you up, your choice, dont even reach for your gun, or wel all beat down on ya!"
Boones calm aura was starting to go, he could tell this was going to get violent. He eyed a bottle of whisky in the thugs coat pocket.
"You got a bottle in your pocket, drink that one, besides, less whisky could do you some good." He smirked in his face.
"thats it, your dead!" The thug screamed. He pushed boone back a few feet and lunged at him with his blade. In the blink of an eye, boone grabbed the thugs wrist and twisted it up behind his back, completley imobolizing him, and held him there. He then took out his pistol and pointed it in the faces of the other two thugs, who just stared in fear. He fired into the air, sending them running in fear. Boone threw the other thug to the ground and shot him in the ankle. The thug screamed and grabbed his ankle, trying to stop the bleeding. Boone bent down and took the bottle of whisky. He unscrewed the top and poured it over the thug to make an example of him. Bystanders watched in astonisment and stared as he continued walking down the street.
After an hour of walking through freeside. boone came to the exit of the district. Beside the gates were a series of shifty, hardened figures, intimidating to any new comer. they were bodyguards for hire, offering there services to new comers and tourists. Boone aproached one of them, not to hire him, but to speak.
"hello my friend, may i offer you my protective services, freeside is dangeous and my services are cheap at only one hundred caps." he said.
"Sorry, im not looking for any bodyguard, i need directions though." Boone said and took out a map from his pocket.
" i need to get to the crimson caravan company, could you tell me where it is. I have to reach good springs and i was hoping they would help me out with transport."
The guard smiled
"aaahhh, i have been to good springs before, a nice little town but the road there is long and dangerous. The caravan company runs up there, and i do believe traveling with them would be possible, Howver i dont think it will be for free though."
The guard took the map and scrawled on a marker for him. Boone gave him five caps for his troubles.
"Thank you, youv been a great help."He said graciously. The guard smiled and nodded.
Before boone left, He took a swig from his canteen and took his rifle off his back, proped his bag up on his back and headed out into the wastes.
Next stop: The Crimson caravan co. camp
