Enoch was one of those places in the Waste that seemed prefect. Every one there was nice, and neat and clean. Nate thought about setting up shop there for a while.
"Well, that's no problem. We can find a home for you right away." The founder said, he was an elderly man with a mansion on a hill. In fact, Enoch was on land his family owned before the bombs.
"There's just something you got to do first." He clapped his hands together and the old man's, Mr.Kane, his manservant produced a strange looking outfit; a long silk white gown, with a bonnet.
"You see, the nursery in my home has been empty far too long, Nate. And you need someone to take care of you. Why with just comin' out of that vault you're already like a baby. And a baby needs a papa- you understand, some?"
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