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It used to be a mall. If someone looked hard enough they could still see the traces of what this place used to be. Raiders and the like had stripped it bare ages ago. Cooper remembered a group setting up here about a hundred years after the bombs fell, and didn't last long. Deathclaws got in and that was that. It had remained empty ever since. Well, until he dragged Lucy and Dogmeat in there to rest.
“Are you sure this place is safe?” Lucy asked, sitting on the dirty floor, looking for a place that looked cosy enough to curl and fall asleep. Cooper was sure this part had been a clothes store once.
“No,” Cooper answered honestly, patting Dogmeat’s head. “But, worse case scenario we get murdered brutally, best case we don't.”