Sanctuary Hills was clearly the picture of perfect life before the war, and many of the homes are still livable should someone try to make the best of them. A babbling creek encircles the lazy neighbourhood, and someone has been trimming the hedges of a few of the homes; one might be hard pressed to pass this slice of paradise up.

Ash, debris, radiation, and death. No man would dare travel this harsh place alone. Cesspools of radioactive sludge fill small indents on the surface, sometimes forming small lakes that conceal Feral Ghouls. And if that doesn't deter you from this place, the soft loose ground might make you reconsider. Sunken remnants of the world before the war lie beneath the surface. Extreme caution must be used when travelling through this forsaken place, one wrong step and you could sink into the ground and be lost forever. Or you could just be brutally killed by a Deathclaw, anything is possible in this hell hole. The further you go the worse it gets.