First, a bit of my background. I was born on December 12, 2259, in what was oncee the town of Danbury, in the New England Commonwealth. From a young age I was adventurous, I would regularly go out on patrol with my village's guard. It didn't help that I found a Pip-Boy 3000 when I was 18, because that was when I first gained access to maps. That first night, I trekked to the edge of the Capital Conclave's sphere of influence. When I got back, the group was horrified that someone would go out on their own. I was exiled, at the express direction of my mother, the Tribe's Elder Priestess. I was allowed onee last evening at home, and in the morning, I gathered my belongings, and set out. I headed West, into the town once known as Brewster.
When I arrived, the town was on high alert as an abnormal phermonal reaction in the local wildlife was causing a spike in attacks on townspeople. The most fearsome beings were Rad-Bobs, irradiated Bobcats. They measured approximately 6 feet in length, and about 3 feet to the shoulders. The day before my arrival, two of the beasts had taken a child each, therefore, the people were on edge. I was allowed into town, and spoke with may folk from around the area.
I was told a little bit about the battles inn the northern part of the area, with the Capital Conclave trying to take more land from the tribes, the Pitt's raids into the Southern areas, and the strange transmissions from the mostly destroyed Manhattan. The latter interested me, as I thought New York City would have been destroyed by the Great War. I learned of the town's trading relations within the area, and I tried to find out how to head South. The town's mayor brought me to the train station, where a trade convoy was being formed. After a meal of Rad-Bob steaks and very rare Nuka Cola, the leader of the convoy, a grizzled woman by the name of Isabella allowed me 30 minutes to prepare for the journey. I purchased an L1A1 rifle, and several magazines of ammo for 150 caps, then we were on our way.
We made our journey on a hand cart that had been modified with a diesel engine and couplings to pull another handcart that was modified into a armored crew car. We stopped in what had once been Croton Falls, but were soon on our way, as the town had fallen due to a plague that was wracking the area. It was not until we reached what had once been Harlem, that we met fellow humans, and what had once been humans.