"Does it really work?" Andy and Alexandra walked side by side in the small camp set up by the Church in the middle of the desert, where the conditions were so bad, but everyone was in order, quietly doing what they could, quiet, united, determined, willing to endure hardships, virtues that the people of the wasteland had long lost.

It is because of these virtues that they did not disperse after the destruction of New Canaan, but remained cohesive.

"The wasteland doctor's treatment for mental illness is usually drugs, but I don't have those powerful things on me, so I had to give him a box of cigarettes." Alexandra's words are indeed very much in line with Andy's impression of the wasteland nomads, it is not easy for people to survive every day, where do they have the heart to think about treating mental illness, if a person goes crazy and attacks others, the best treatment is not a 'civilized' attempt to take the patient to a psychiatric hospital for electroshock therapy or put on a bondage suit and imprison, as in New California, but a bullet to the head.

"I'm surprised you're so generous, I thought you'd ask for a bottle cap." The blonde mercenary tugged at her jacket in simple leather armor.

"It's just here." There was a sudden commotion, and not far away, several Post-Saints shouted from afar at the most eccentric man in full protective suit, and one of the Post-Saints stopped in the middle.

"You're crazy, Jude, you're killing yourself, we should have Rigdon Prophet get this monster out!" Several gray-robed Post-Saints pointed at the man in the hazmat suit.

"But he has been converted, he is also our brother, Marshall is not crazy, he is still sensible, as long as he remains like this, I am willing to continue to take care of him." The post-Saint believer known as Jude was pale and emaciated, but the attitude of protecting the post-Saint believer wearing a protective suit behind him was very resolute, and several people who tried to initiate an expulsion could only leave in a huff after trying to no avail, and did not forget to warn Jude that he would definitely die if he continued like this.

Andy walked over curiously, but before he could get closer, the Geiger counter inside the Pip-Boy rang.

[Warning, the Geiger counter detected ambient radiation, the current intensity is: 3] His pace stopped immediately, this distance can have this level of radiation, so if you get close to the distance that the guy called Jude is now, I am afraid that it will not be long before the radiation intensity received is close to the lethal amount.

"Hey!" Andy shouted, and Jude turned around, his hair falling out a lot, revealing a large area of his scalp.

"You... The person next to you, what's going on with him? The Hand of God member in the black hazmat suit turned around, and through the mask of the hazmat suit, Andy could clearly see a strong green light coming out of it, and at the same time, the count of the Geiger counter also increased.

"You're a ghoul?" Andy looked at the man in the hazmat suit in disbelief as Alexandra dragged him backwards.

"Be careful, eighty percent is a luminescent species, and that is a living radioactive source." The man in the hazmat suit seemed to sense the two of them worried, and quickly left to one side, Jude wanted to follow, but Andy shouted again.

"Hey, your name is Jude, right? You know your partner is a dangerous radioactive source, right? Jude turned, his pale face a little numb.

"Yes, I know, I know very well.... But Marshall didn't go crazy, he still had his senses, you see, he knew you were afraid of him, so he left. A lot of people want him to go completely, I think they are wrong, we shouldn't give up any of our brothers, not to mention that Marshall helped us a lot in our search for the ruins of Salt Lake City, and there are a lot of supplies that he dragged back from those places with an incredible amount of radiation. Andy and Alexandra walked over to check the stubborn young man's physical condition, he already had some red spots on his body, hair and teeth were falling out, and it was clear that the man was showing symptoms of radiation sickness.

"If it goes on like this, he'll be fine, you're going to die." Alexandra pointed this out even more sharply.

"You're not a ghoul, radiation is harmful to you, radiation sickness from radiation will gradually weaken you, and eventually you may die of cancer or organ failure, and if you don't make changes, you will die." Jude became a little excited.

"I.... I know, but I just don't want Marshall to really wander out alone, he told me that if no one wants to talk to him for a long time, his brain will become more and more dull, and he feels that he will not be able to suppress the anger and hunger that comes from nowhere, and if he is driven away like this, he will definitely lose his mind completely, and then he will also endanger others. Andy took out some of the dissipation, but he thought of the reaction after witnessing Larsen and the others overuse this drug when he was in the Great Dome before, so he didn't give it to Jude too much at once, and when he turned it over, he thought that when he bravely entered the hive and was poisoned, he could use a solvent that could detoxify to get rid of the special state, and the effect of that thing was much stronger than the home-made antidote given by Alexandra, but unfortunately he had forgotten about it at the time.

"This medicine will only temporarily alleviate your problems, and if you continue to stay with that glowing seed, you will repeat the same mistakes." Jude listened, but there was still unwillingness on his face.

"But I can't give up Marshall, I'm volunteering to take care of him, can I.... Can you give me some more, I'll keep it for later? Andy shook his head firmly and rejected Jude, even though his purpose sounded great and selfless.

"Don't think about it, Jude, it's not a panacea. On the contrary, its side effects are intense, and long-term use of it can lead to addiction, after which the drug will destroy your body and even distort your spirit; Believe me, I've seen with my own eyes what becomes of those who overuse it, who are so skinny that they even walk crookedly; And he became suspicious, always thinking that others were trying to harm him, and finally they went crazy. Speaking of which, he thought of a possibility of the opposite.

"Alexandra, can we use these radiators to help that ghoul Marshall weaken the radiation from him? The radiation on his body is too strong to be blocked by protective clothing, but if the radiation on his body is reduced to a certain level, it may be possible to ensure that he will not be contaminated after prolonged contact with him. Alexandra hesitated for a moment, showing no relevant experience.

"Never have I ever.... I've helped ghouls with physical problems, they don't get sick, they don't need to see a doctor at all. But radiation is very important to them, and if drugs are used rashly to eliminate it, there may be some undesirable changes. Andy nodded, he had seen String use a bio gun to fire concentrated radiating ammo, and the glowing ghoul that was hit burst with green glowing blood all over its body, and finally turned into a shrunken dry corpse.

"So can we find ways to reduce the effectiveness of the drug, such as... Dilute? Alexandra couldn't say whether it worked, but she agreed that it was a better way to be a dead horse than Jude dying from radiation sickness soon after, and then Marshall went crazy with no one to take care of him and then attacked someone else.

They mixed it with Jericho's purified water, and then gave Jude all the diluted drugs, telling him to take them in small quantities and several times, which might help reduce the radiation emitted by his body without causing him to die.

While Andy and Alexandra were busy, a few people quietly watched their movements.

When the two said goodbye to Jude, a short old man about the same age as Bishop Mordecai came over with a smile, followed by two middle-aged men, a man and a woman.

"Hello, I see that you have done a lot for our little team, please let me thank you." Alexandra immediately walked over to the short, unremarkable old man.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, Grandpa Gabriel." Andy watched curiously as the two of them caught their attention, and a man and a woman following the old man caught his attention, the man was trembling all over his body as if he had ADHD, and his strange demeanor seemed to mean that he was using something; The woman on the other side was of medium height, probably in her twenties, with a simple face and a saw-off shotgun in her hand, her short black hair falling from the top of her head.

"Hello?" The two of them nodded briefly at Andy. The three of them then talked a few words, and Andy learned that the man was called Accord and the woman was called Emma, and that both were members of the Hand of God, but they were not just in charge of fighting like Tay and John, in fact, they were in charge of trading with outside merchants, which meant that they were full-time merchants in this small group.

"We sorted the things we found out of the ruins of Salt Lake City and traded them for bottle caps for the right price, and you know, Rigdon Prophet still insisted on eliminating alcohol and drugs as he did in the past, so the only option we found was to sell them, which I still regret, after all, my old job was to open bars." Emma said this in a sincere tone, as if it was all in her heart.

Accord grinned and laughed.

"If you let Bishop Mordecai or something like the old stubborn hear this, you have to rush over and scold you." Emma shrugged her shoulders and didn't care too much.

"I don't really care what the 'diehards' think of me, I've always been a pragmatic person, and the operation of this small camp can be said to be difficult, even if the Prophet Rigdon does not allow the Latter-Saints to drink and take drugs, I can completely turn the business of the store towards the outside world, right? The bottle cap is the only real value, without which we would have starved to death in a small tent in the desert. Andy listened for a while, feeling that the two men were more contemptuous of the rules of the Afterlife than Angela and Tay.

"You're not all Latter-Saints, are you?" The two of them nodded. Accord grinned and told Andy that his ancestor had been the leader of this group of post-Saint believers, a real big man, but even though as his descendant, Accord was naturally tired of everything about those post-saints, but he didn't want to leave alone.

In view of his special status, no matter how he behaved and wandered on weekdays, the followers of the Post-Holy Church had to put up with him by pinching their noses, not talking to him or expelling him from him, just as if he did not exist at all.

Emma's story is even more interesting, she is from New California, her hometown is called Reading, when the situation in NcR became worse and worse, Emma chose to follow her family as a trader since she was a child, and wandered all the way to the Great Salt Lake, and then was rescued by old Mr. Gabriel when she almost died of dehydration, and she has been living in this camp ever since, helping the Latter-Saints to take care of the commercial trade.

After listening to the story of the two, Andy only thought that humans were really interesting, there were not even thirty people in this small camp, but there were so many small groups.

The first is to follow the group around Jeremiah Rigdon, the self-proclaimed prophet of the Latter Saints, who seem to be most of the New Canaanite survivors in the hands of God, and the devout Latterers are willing to believe this so-called

The story of the apocalypse told by the "prophet", as a leader, Jeremiah Rigden is indeed extraordinary and tolerant.

The second group, which Emma called the diehards, was small in number, whose members were unwilling to believe in Jeremiah's Rigdon story, and who were willing to follow in the footsteps of Bishop Mordecai, and who strongly endorsed Bishop Mordecai's self-isolation course because of New Canaan's ruined past.

These people were supposed to make up half of the country, but it was a pity that their chosen leader almost wiped them out, but even so, some were willing to maintain their support.

The third group is the marginalists, which includes Emma and others, as well as John, Marshall, and Angela.

These people are not post-Saints, and they have no desire to join, or they simply do not have the objective conditions to live with the people.

They were able to remain in the camp because of their irreplaceable abilities, and because of Jeremiah's acquiescence.

One of the more peculiar examples of this is the Accord, whom Jeremiah Rigdon hated very much, believing that this man was not only unruly but also morally disorderly, and had committed many crimes of petty theft, and he always wanted to expel the Accord.

The problem, however, was that because of the special status of Jaco, both Bishop Mordecai and Gabriel were unanimous in protesting Jeremiah's intentions, after all, these aging Post-Saints still felt grateful for the favor of their fathers.

The attitude of the Post-Saints towards them is torn between the odds, and despite their reluctance to outsiders living nearby and not following the rules, they can only remain blind to the operation of the camp, and of course there are enlightened and selfless people like Jude who are willing to give their lives to help these people, and recognize them as their brothers.

After chatting for a while, Gabriel and Alexandra walked up to the three of them, and after they got to know each other, Gabriel, an old man with white hair and a white beard and a generous face, said something to Andy.

"I'd like to ask you to deal with a problem we're facing... I saw that you helped John, Marshall, and Jude, and I believe that's why you're telling you that while this problem hasn't had any effect yet, I think it's going to be a big problem. Andy nodded earnestly.

"Please." Gabriel gestured to the Accord, and the Accord immediately began to speak.

"A few days ago, when I was out selling goods, I met a man who was not very old and looked unstable... But after we talked, I found that he was very stubborn, more stubborn than a two-headed cow. He was of medium height, very white skin, short black hair, a young fellow, and I was talking to him about some things, about religion, and he was talking to me very speculatively, and we both thought it was stupid. ”

"I told him about our famous Rigdon prophet and his story, but I didn't expect that guy to be angry, saying that the people here have been coaxed by Rigdon, and he has an obligation to let the people here return to freedom, and he wants to do some terrible things out of his words."

"I thought he was joking, after all... There are so many people like this in the wasteland, they just have a big mouth, who knows..."Emma took over.

"The young man named Steve seems to be a man of death, and I saw his fellow sneaking around the camp the night before, he had a gun in his hand, and I advised him not to commit violence, but he was muttering strange things that I didn't understand, and in any case he seemed intent on finding an opportunity to kill Rigdon Prophet."