Escort Mission, Pt. 2

It takes a while, but Ellen's fire eventually does its work. When William finally wakes, there's a distinct smell of roasted meat in the air- and a distinct tension on Ellen and Dogmeat's part. "William," Ellen murmurs, "don't move."

A gaunt, haggard, human... oid... figure is staring at them from the gaping dark of a half-collapsed building's doorway.

"I think there are ghouls here. Feral ones. They used to be people. They might attack, or they might not- but don't startle them."