Quincy Survivor's Note
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Ma passed this morning.
There's nothing left for us here, Natalie, not anymore. Mayor Jackson can't protect us. The Minutemen can't protect us. We gotta fend for ourselves.
It's time to go. Meet me by the warehouse north of town around sunset. I've stashed some caps in the dumpster there. Got a boat down by the shore. We'll head up the coast, make for the old waterfront. With any luck, we can be in Goodneighbor before dawn.