It's quiet...too quiet

Big boy makes the trek slowly and quietly. He moves through the woods adjacent to the road that passes past Vault 95 and to this settlement because he figures there should be caravans or maybe even humie patrols along such a route, but he sees no one. There's also been no signs of a camp thus far. Not a promising as he was hoping to catch up to the raiders.

He keeps moving forward before he is stopped by the first sign of activity. A few feral ghoul corpses lay out on the road. So it seems like the raiders did come this way. Did they not stop to camp at all last night? Big boy is puzzled. That's a far way to go after a fight. He presses on.

As he comes to the edge of the woods he looks across an empty field, Summerville sits on the other side. They where hit. One or two bodies lay out in front of the exterior wall and the burnt out roof of one of the houses is still smoldering, black smoke drifting up into the sky grey cloudy sky.

Good news is the town should be easy to take. Bad news is no one might be left alive.