Enos was laying uncomfortably upon a ruined bed, his mind quite blurry at the moment as he had found some sort of alcoholic beverage inside of the abandoned home and guzzled it down. Like usual, it tasted horrible and burned through his body the entire way down, but it still gave him the warm fuzziness inside of his body. He didn't really need to feel that way as the sun was bearing down heavily as usual and the sand always getting in his face when the wind seem to be against him. He really needed to buy some sort of eye protection as he was pretty sure his eyelids were going to fall off some day. Enos was quite unaware of the group of vault dwellers inside of the house, he was just staring at the wall, trying to figure out his life. Stupidly, he was about to fall asleep without even lying any traps to keep himself safe in his rather defenseless state, but there was something that woke him up.

The ghoul was heavily startled, he flailed around in the ruined bed for a couple of seconds before falling off, slamming onto the sandy floor of the second story. Enos started to spit some of the sand out of his mouth and crunching the rest between his teeth, grimacing at the texture in his mouth he would have for awhile. The slightly drunken man started to stand up, his head already spinning from hitting his head on the floor making him quite angry at whatever had made him fall off the bed. He tried to gather his senses, it seemed like the sound came actually right below him actually, meaning that the things were quite close to him. Enos started to grumble, really not wanting to fight as his head was throbbing, but the wasteland was a merciless mother who hated the weak. The ghoul unholsterd his 10mm Submachine gun, not pulling it out, but ready to fight if it was needed. Enos sighed, he was not really up for this crap.

Enos sneaked his way downstairs, trying to be as silent as possible and hiding in the shadows as best as he could inside the shaded house. He peaked his head, trying to figure out who was inside of the house, and he looked at them hard. The data he could gather at the first glance was that they had come from a vault, lucky bastards, and it seemed they hadn't come out for too long as their jump suits still seemed to be in decent conditions. Secondly, there was more than one... Shit. Enos was definitely not really up for this as he noticed that some of them were armed, he especially eyed the one with the rifle. The ghoul knew that suddenly jumping from the shadows would be a rather bad idea and also he figured that they were greenies, and not really used to his... Appearance. So, Enos continued to slink in the shadows, ready to start a firefight if he had to, but really just wanted the group to go away.

The treck was long and hard, and to be honest Johnny felt rather bad about slowing the group down so much. But at least they stuck together. when they got to the decrepit buildings Johnny would have facepalmed at the guy who went in first and broadcasted their presence... if he could still manage it anyway, which he couldn't, not being helped along anyway. Sure the stimpack helped, ohhh did it ever help, but well, it was A stimpack. As the group moved inside and Osaki found the couch Johnny hobbled over to it and flopped back on it with a groan. the rusty springs in it creaking and groaning in protest. As he took a load off and his legs stopped screaming at him and started throbbing instead Johnny was allotted a few moments of clarity. setting his tool kit beside him as well as the large wrench that was practically as long as his arm, Johnny opened up the kit and did a bit of inventory, making sure his pipboy was cataloging everything he had.

"when you guys are out scavenging or looking around, try and bring back what you find. tin cans, toy cars, glue... Hell i'd give one of my nuka cola's for a leg brace and a crutch at the moment." With that all said and done the ringing came back with a vengance causing Johnny's eyes to go a bit wide and his head to tilt to the side, moth going agape for a few moments. when that passed he'd shake his head a bit, little high pitched whining groaned escaping his mouth as he tried to control his breathing.