[SRuiz]

The male was out on patrol before the night would fall. That perhaps was one of the fortunate things he loved. Although it did not reduce the risk of those beasts still coming out in the day, Trevor was not keen on encountering a Deathclaw at night. Those of all the things roaming in this desolate world perturbed him the most. He gripped his rifle extra tightly just even thinking about it. He continued his path through the outskirts of the city when he heard the voice and instantly the gun was raised, the scope drawn to his eye.

The sun was on the verge of setting, but the colors stuck out the most. The person under his sights was in a very loud blue jumpsuit.

"Who's there" Caleb commanded, though he did his best to give a deep and intimidating voice as much as possible. The light brown skinned male kept his distance because his gun really was no good at a close range. He hoped the figure was not hostile however. While he fancied driving his bullets through the skulls of a few raiders and ghouls, maybe there was a slight chance this person was not going to be a stark raving mad figure wandering the wastelands. "Keep your hands where I can see them."

He thought that sounded like the most reasonable thing to say.