Viktor rose from his bedroll early in the morning. Some of the embers leftover from the fire he used to roast his squirrel on during dusk the previous night were still burning. Viktor had finally run into Aurora's End when the sun was setting the night before, and decided there would be less of a risk of getting himself turned into mince-meat by guards if he entered the town in the morning. He wasn't all that interested in testing the guard's paranoia when nighttime came around given the rumors of the large amount of bandits in this region. Viktor ended up sleeping on the outskirts of the town's ruins in a small platform that had low but sure walls on all four sides.

Viktor packed his bedroll and ground cloth into his backpack before dining on his leftovers from the night before. He hated how incredibly bland the meat was, and it reminded him of the stories his father would tell him about the food when he was a child in Russia. Now was not the time for reminiscing about his father's stories though Viktor decided, now was the time to see if he was going to have a place to stay for the next while. With that, Viktor finished his "breakfast", finished packing his supplies into his backpack, and headed off towards the entrance.

Upon his arrival to the bus, he went through the routine he was becoming unhealthily use to of getting at least half a dozen guns pointed at him. A red-coated man with an AK-47 slung across his back standing on top of the bus interrogated him with the usual questions like "What brings you to this town?" and "What are your intentions?" To which Viktor replied with his usual responses like "Looking for a place to stay" and "Trying to find a job." The routine was the same in all of these small settlements and really started to become a drag to Viktor. While he did quietly inspect all of them for faults, he never had the intention to do harm to the town; it was simply something he had learned from his father. 

After the open interrogation, he was let into the bus, in which he went through the usual search. One guard patted him down, removing his weapons and placing them on a table before continuing the pat down. The other searched through his pack, making sure he was not carrying unwanted items into the town. When the pair were finished they handed all of the items back to Viktor and let him go on his way into the town. Upon walking away from the bus he heard the man on top of the bus once again yell "Halt!" to some new poor wandered just trying to find someplace to stay. 

He wandered the town, exploring it and seeing what may prove useful to explore later and what would not. After he had made his round, receiving the usual strange looks from the settlers who live in the town. Viktor decided to make his first stop to the tavern titled the Pumphouse to get a drink celebrate his successful living to arrive here.