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New Vegas, Earth 2281

Mary had looked at the first man to respond, a man dressed in uniform and armor, who introduced himself as A-very John-son.
"Mr. Bery." She whispered to herself.
Then she looked at the man who was dressed in mainly white but with some parts of red around him.
"E-zow Owdi- Adiotow- Dirtor- Mr. Z!" Mary had decided, finding the rest of his name far too difficult to say. When asked to introduce herself she proudly did.
"This is Mr. B, or Mr. Bubbles, or Daddy." She said proudly hugging him one more time before sliding down his arm and sticking her landing. The ADAM syringe needle, 3/4 full of red gooey ADAM, still inside and visible to all who'd look at the contraption.

Feeling a little bit thirsty she raised the needle up in the air, drank a litle bit of ADAM that was inside the baby bottle of the ADAM needle syringe, wiping her mouth with her forearm before giggling.
"I'm Mary a-Oh a bunny!" She gasped as she pointed to Reisen and ran toward her and hugged her leg. Mr. B of course, kept up with Mary's speed and now stood in front of Reisen, halting to wait for the Moon Bunny's expression, either hostile or friendly.

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New Vegas, Earth 2281

Alma stepped out into the new atmosphere that surounded her and wandered aimlessly. No one seemed to pay any attention to her but that was because they didn't know of her existence. She was a ghost in existence.

The first thing that managed to grab her interest long enough was the group of strange people that had gathered. A soldier with futuristic armour more advanced then the ATC soldiers, A man clad in white, a woman with bunny ears, a giant metal man with a drill for a hand, and a small little girl with yellow eyes. Which was the most intrigueing of all for the subconscious fact that she reminded Alma of herself.

Alma made a hallucination, cloned herself to be seen by the corner of each person's eye before disapearing in a puff of black smoke when they'd turn to see her. The only exception being the soldier, for when he turned Alma would reappear right in front of his face, inspecting his eyes for intent.
She never liked soldiers.
The whole process left small fresh bloody footprints around the concrete floor they walked.