<Sound of a large crate lid opening, someone getting out and coughing, and the crate closing>

<coughing, slow heavy breathing>
(Script notes: He's slowly becoming aware of his surroundings and the devastation of the world for the first time while trying to catch his breath.)
My god.
(Script notes: Quick, under his breath almost. He's a bit shocked.0
Where ... the hell ... am I?
(Script notes: Where <short pause> the hell <short pause> am I?)
Doesn't matter. Where was the other one again?
Tower. River. Fork.
(Script notes: A slight pause between each word.)

The hike from Morgantown was short, but it taught me all I needed to know.
This part of the world is over. Might as well be the entire world from the looks of it.
Makes my mission easier and simpler now.
<sigh> I swear on every soul it took. Every soul I took. That I'm gonna unplug that goddamned bucket of bolts.
(Script notes: Talking to himself at this point. A bit quieter, more resolved.)
Tinman mentioned Reclamation Day. I have to find them. Have to go north.