On my way down the mountain I noticed a gate off to the side of the road. Curiosity took hold and it puppeteered my body into combat with centaurs and ghouls, even as my pip boy's geiger counter began crackling. And my reward? A field of bunkers-- No, not bunkers. Tombs. A graveyard. Broken vents in the ground were hotspots of radiation and glowing ones crouched around them like survivors warming up at a campfire. Reactor meltdown maybe. One bunker housed a scavenger couple and their kid. We stared each other down in silence with our hands hovering at our holsters until the woman spoke. We broke bread and I took a breather. NCR ranger skeletons and ghoul trooper corpses were piled up in a corner. I'm heading back to Jean Sky Diving.