Ray pulled at a locker, which the previous owner had broken the lock. "Hn! Come on!" The door gave way, and Ray fell back, landing on his back. He shook his head, and stood. "Owwie, don't pull on locked things." He dug through the locker, finding a small amount of pistol rounds, and a stimpak. He tucked these into his pockets, and kept looking. He eventually found a very beaten up, old, and rusty T51-b power helmet. He looked at it, and held it under his arm, like a ball. "Maybe some of the adults know what you are. 'Cause I don't." He stepped out of the building, and tripped a wire, causing a shotgun to discharge. He felt a quick tug and burn, as his vision went black and white for a moment.