Well, look what the Molerat dragged in. Folks in these parts call me Trader Red, and I heard tell that ya’ll are newcomers to old Appalachia. Mind you, these hills aren’t quite what they used to be…full of Super Mutants, Ghouls…things we call Scorched, and a cryptid or two might cross your path.

But you’re darn lucky to have little old me as your tour guide. See, I ain’t from around these parts…I’m a backwoods Tennessee gal, through and through, but let’s just say that Appalachia is my home away from home.

Figure you guessed the whole Trader part, right? I’m the best at finding the things folks need…guns, ‘shine, and the odd doo-dad and thingamajig that might tickle your fancy.

And finding those things means I go all over…from Morgantown to Lewisburg, and Berkeley Springs to Watoga, no one knows these hills like Trader Red.

So, if you wanna see the sights, learn some history, and not get eaten at the same time, follow old Trader Red here as we wander through the Wasteland of post-war Appalachia, and maybe, just maybe, uncover some juicy tidbits and secrets along the way.