Katherine left the tunnel behind, passing through the abandoned parking lot and besides the cars that lingered within. Through the dust and mud, she spotted track marks of a vehicle, likely something used to tow the drill around. A few foot prints lay beside the tracks, fresh enough that it seemed like they had only just left.<br/><br/>Her curiosity got the better of her, however, as she found herself distracted by this object or that. A ruined car, a half-dead tree or some other species of mutated plant. With the exception of the voice on her radio, however, Katherine had yet to see any signs of life. "Oh golly." The woman said, her husky voice now slurring, "This is what makes life worth living- good drink, good music. All that's left is a good body to share a warm cot with."<br/><br/>The sound of her taking a long gulp interrupted her words before she continued, "Listen to me talk, comrades, now I'm just being<em>lewd</em>, hehe!" Whoever this woman was, she was a lonely temptress rousing the passions of whoever was left in the wasteland. Katherine made her way down the road, following the tracks and the path for a long time.<br/><br/>Finally, she crossed over the crest of the hill and saw in the distance the Vault's would-be guests. A group, maybe twenty or so, with their truck hobbling along. It was difficult to make out what they looked like or who they were. Before she could get closer, the visitors suddenly came under attack. A large explosion, like a miniature mushroom cloud, came from the wreckage of a nearby car on the highway. A few hundred meters away she could hear the snaps and cracks of gunfire. The figures scrambled around, some not getting back up from the first explosion, but the vault dweller could not find the other party in this ambush.