Fallout 1 OST - Trader's Life

The smell of cooked iguana doused in wasteland spices rises to your nose. Pulling your jacket tight around you - and checking your gun is still loaded in your holster - you stride through the streets, looking at the mix of people. Some are rich traders, checking out the competition. Others are tall, burly guards, eyes on the citizens of the town to make sure they don&try anything. Others still are the poor and impoverished, frequently addicted to chems and alcohol. You feel mostly safe here, in the crowds, away from the screaming loneliness of an uncaring wasteland. But sometimes, the silence is better than a knife jammed into your back.