Raymond wasn't sure what was worse. The walk to New York City or being in New York City. With a direct road, but the destination always in site, he set off. After a supply check anyway. Stimpacks, as always, he kept in as much of an abundance as possible. Clean water and RadAway were always important to have, though never easy to find. When it came to Stimpacks, he could at least make them with some chems. RadAway wasn't so simple though, and neither was pure water. He was low on ammo and spare chems and parts, though that was the story of everybody's life it seemed. Every time you happen to find caps or supplies, you're dangerously low anyway. Every stimpack was a life saver, and every bullet was a miracle. And anything you could trade for something you needed was as equally important. Raymond sighed at that thought, he was as good at scavenging as the next guy, but when it came to gold hidden in plain sight, he couldn't see it. When it came to medicine, weapons, and technology, he knew the good stuff. When it came to water, safes, locked doors, and hidden places, things weren't always so easy.<br/><br/>As he walked a fair distance from the road, as he didn't trust it, his hand never left the revolver that hung on his waist. He couldn't be sure what it was, other than that it was a revolver that took .357 and .38 bullets. He'd measured the barrel before, four inches. He couldn't be sure what technology it was, it was certainly pre-war, but the brand was unknown. Any sign of it had been scratched or otherwise covered from wear and tear. The gun thankfully still shot well. Despite how careful Raymond was, he encountered nothing on the way to the city. Maybe nobody traveled this way, and hence there was no point in raiders setting up ambushes. He didn't even encounter and stray animals while walking. The road was just silent, with an eerie feeling surrounding it. Raymond dreaded what the city would be like if the road had him this weary.<br/><br/>Entering the city was the worst of it. Shells of cars and buses lined the streets, and broken buildings were everywhere. With each tall building, he thought there could be a sniper. But his thoughts always worked logically. With the architecture instability on most of these tall buildings, going that high up would snap a support and leave the sniper on the ground. With each step, Raymond couldn't dare ignore the silence that his feet broke. He stepped as quietly as he could, but if there was an ambush waiting? They'd find him. Raymond passed several bodies, all of them having been scavenged for anything at all useful. A good amount of the bodies were decayed. With each body, he had to wonder what had killed them. Some had deep scratch marks. Others were killed with blunt trauma. Some had bullet holes and others were burnt with lasers.<br/><br/>It was then that Raymond heard commotion. Large vibrations made running sounds, but they couldn't be that of a man. Maybe a deathclaw or a super mutant. Raymond wasn't exactly eager to go find a fight, but so far he didn't have a lead at all as to where he should look. With some care, he decided he'd go and spectate upon whatever this commotion was. Poking his head around the corner after navigation, he happened to see the final few stabs upon a super mutant. His gun had already been out at this point, but he chose not to aim it at this man. Not when he identified his armor anyway. NCR. In New York.<br/><br/>The NCR were always righteous, Raymond knew that much. Sure, they may be politically a little greedy, but their motives were good. In this case, this man had gotten his 'black armor' that many NCR troops strived to obtain. Perhaps it was the fact that he was NCR that Raymond didn't raise his gun, or perhaps it was that Raymond could use the help of a ranger.<br/><br/>Raymond's gun was still in his hand, but it wasn't raised at the man. It was more of a safety precaution, almost everyone in the wasteland owned a gun for just that reason. "Hey, you good?" Raymond asked, walking over to the man struggling for air. "I can patch you up." Raymond offered, not having much small talk in mind. "Nice...kill." Raymond said, to fill the absence of words.