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Sandbox Fallout 3!

Post-Apocalyptic D.C.

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a part of Sandbox Fallout 3!, by CussingChild.

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Red McEnny [18] "Yeah, yeah, I'm a bad adventurer. So what? If at first you get fricaseed, try, try again."
Colten Grey [18] "Once the caps are in my pocket, just tell me where to shoot."
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Aiden Kelly [3] "I didn't walk all this way for nothing."

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My steps were tings on the metal floor of the old aircraft carrier rig known as Rivet City. My last job had left quite the sum of caps in my pockets. I was lucky too, one bullet. Was easy and cheap to replace. I had eaten at Gary's Galley. Talked briefly with Angela Staley, poor girl. Then bought a few stimpaks from A Quick Fix. It was boring, between jobs. Perhaps I should look into something else on the side. Most would go to The Muddy Rudder for meager entertainment. I wasn't much for alcohol, though, and found the company distasteful. Instead, I took off to the Capitol Preservation Society.

It was a short walk and I opened the heavy door, stepping onto the cat walk on the other side. My footfalls rang out, and I turned heading down the stairs. Abraham Washington was surveying his documents. He looked up with a smile, "Oh hello, Colten!" he said, it was cheery. The man was a close friend. I shared a love of history with him. I felt it's true what they say, of history repeating itself.

I felt it would be easier to ease in. "Hello, Abraham. I'm wondering if you would pay for things I could perhaps find in the D.C. museum's." I smiled politely.

His eyes lit up, and his smile was ecstatic. "Colten. I've been dying to have the Declaration of Independence. I have reason to believe it would still be in the National Archives. Surely it is. I would pay you seven-hundred caps."

I smiled. "Alright then, you'll have your document." Side work, side work, side work. My mind was awhirl. He rushed forward with spurratic movement extending his hand. I shook it gracefully.

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*AIDEN KELLY*

I looked down at the remains of Vault 87, and then out to the vast wasteland that seemed to always be set infront of me. Washington D.C, as the highway signs seemed to have dubbed the region looked to be more alive than many of the other places I had traveled. Yet it was a wonder any place still existed after all this country had been through. I stepped up and crested a hill. I'll make way for the river I think. Surely it leads to the Atlantic. I'm nearly there anyway. It had been a long haul from Colorodo to D.C. I wasn't about to give up on the dream now.

I began my descent down the hillside which had clearly been ravaged by the nuclear warheads which had struck down towards the begining of the war. Washington D.C had been a point of high interest to the enemy nations. Many of these crators were atleast two hundred years old, and as such, I walked their loose soil carefully.

Upon reaching the base of the hill I looked left and right and then up in the sky at the sun beaming overhead. It was well past noon and the sun was just begining to set in the west. I turned right, heading southwest along the river until I reached Five Axles Rest Stop. It had been turned into a sort of fortress. The pre-fallout cargo trucks ahd been turned to create a sort of triangle shape and a camp had been set in the middle of the trucks. I approached the encampment slowly, doing everything I could not to startle anyone inside. As I rounded around one of the big rigs I nearly bumped into their guard on post. In an instant I drew the revolver from my hip and pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger. The result was a pop, an uproar and finding myself cowering behind one of the big rigs. The head of the guard had exploaded and a bloody brain-strewn mess was now lying at my feet.

"What the fuck, CARL! OH SHIT!" One of the three other raiders had come out from away from their campfire at the middle of the of the encampment and were now staring down at their friend's bloody mess. I remained crouched behind the big rig, less than two feet away from them, just out of sight. I moved slowly, sidestepping away from the three raiders. I was thinking as quickly as I could but I couldn't seem to think fast enough.

"We better find this fucker! We're gunna skin him!" I looked left and right then down at my pack. The satchel charge! I remembered. I continued sidestepping and went to set my hand in my sidepack. I nearly pulled it out when I bumped into the gasoline tank which I expected to rattle, but made no noise at all. This rig was filled to the brim with explosive substances.

"There he is! Get him boys!" The raiders had advanced around the corner. Two had clubs and the one he expected to be the leader was carrying a laser gun. I dropped the satchel charge and pulled my gun out of my revolver out of its holster. I popped off the remaining five shots left in my pistol dropping the three to the ground almost instantly. The leader had managed to release an uncharged shot into my left arm and a hole had burned through my leather armor and lightly burned my bicep. I continued scrambling backwards wincing in pain.

"Gah!" I managed to exclaim through gritted teeth. "Why y'all haven ta give me such a hard time?" I lifted myself to my feet and walked towards the center of their camp, holding tight to my left bicep. I looked at the fire and grinned at the rabbit carcas roasting on the spit. Atleast I'll eat well tonight.

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It suprisingly easy. Obtaining work. If you had the skills, you could become suprisingly wealthy. My skills had been honed by The Talon Company, but that was dirty work. It would be a tough thing, traveling into the depths of D.C. I would likely encounter much resistance. I counted out my shells, thirty-two. Double checked my gear and cleaned my .44 magnum. It was ritual. I left the hotel room, the door clanged behind me. I hadn't stored anything of value so I didn't bother locking it. People knew not to steal from the people that handled weapons, so that they didn't have to.

I walked to the stair well, hopping through the open door way and taking the steps two at a time. Part of me was excited. It was always so much more entertaining to be in the wasteland. My deathclaw gauntlet hung from my belt, along with my switchblade, and my .44 was holstered. My pauldron wasn't properly adjusted and I slowed to fix it as I pressed my shoulder into the large rusting, steel door, it opened and I pushed my way through. I nodded to the guards, and they nodded back bringing about the large metal bridge. I waited till it was safe to pass.

Then made my way across and down the large metal building that lie on the other side. Now there was the question of scaling the rubble cutting off this sect from the rest of D.C. or taking the metro tunnels. I and others had cleared many tunnels. There was no doubt however more creatures would be hanging about. The scaling could bring me face to face with Super Mutants, that were decent shots with a hunting rifle. The scaling would likely be faster.

So I passed the metro tunnel entrance and found a reasonable climb. I pulled my gauntlet from my belt and pulled it on with relative ease, securing the straps and tightening the metal rods. It fit comfortably and felt as an extension of my arm. I had spent three hours chopping at this deathclaws arm, another hour pulling at it. The renown it brought me, payed for itself.

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*AIDEN KELLY*

Sleep came slowly. I gazed up at the stars and counted them, connecting the old constelations that people had drawn between the dots in the sky. Astronomy was one of the few recreations of my father and he surely enough had passed it onto me. If I didn't fall asleep soon the smell of those damn raiders would begin getting to me. So I closed my eyes and tried harder to fall asleep.

After a few hours sleep, morning came and I awoke calmly. I picked up all my things and began walking Southeast along the river. Today I'm going to find the ocean I told myself and felt my pace quicken. Along the way I passed by a number of mutants and humans and avoided contact with them all together. I wasn't about to have a repeat of yesterday. Atleast, not this early in the morning. I passed by all sorts of places, a small settlement built atop a highway overpass, an outdoor cinema, and a city where I only heard the shouts of adolescents. I thought about stopping by and seeing what was going on but decided against it, figuring it might be a trap. I have no idea of the factions in the area, and wouldn't want to set foot on the wrong doorstep.

The city really began showing itself as I passed what used to be Springvale. What must have been great buildings were now left as rocky rubble in the heart of DC. Hopefully the environment didn't prove itself to be too much of an upcoming obsticle. The last thing I wanted was a set back. And so I kept on walking.

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I sat in Underworld, it'd been a long trip. I'd trudged on through darkness of night, through the gentle grays of the early morning. Until the sun rose. I'd avoided the tunnels all together and climbed pile after pile of rubble. I'd picked off a few super mutants. A raider or two. I was down to twenty-two shells. My switchblade and gauntlet were stained red with blood that I hadn't taken the time to wipe off so good. I was pressed for time, and I wanted this to be quick as could be. D.C. wasn't a place to stick around. A battleground of staked claims.

I now sit at the bar of the Ninth Circle, talking with the snake bartender. Charon watched me closely. He was a pretty respectible fellow. I pitied him. After my last job for Ahzrukhal, though. He didn't much like me. I couldn't blame him and didn't. "What can you tell me about The National Archives building?" I asked calmly. Looking the putrid man in the eyes. He was cleaning a glass with a rag and looked up from it, he spoke with indifference. Ofcourse, he didn't care that I die or live. I'd done many jobs for this whole settlement. That meant nothing to him, a greedy man.

"From what I hear," His voice carried, it was gruff. Distorted by his ghoulish state. "It's full of Super Mutants and robots. A lot of people have walked in, more well armed than you, surely. Died looking to scavenge that building." He smiled at this, as if he had plotted their deaths himself. I smiled back, politely. I ordered a drink and made the most of it all. I would make my move the next day and sleep in the settlement of ghouls tonight.

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I sat, finishing up a pistol for Ahzrukhal. I didn't really know what he was going to do with it once I gave it back to him, and I didn't really care. It was just a job. I smiled as the last few pieces clicked into place. It was so satisfying how it worked. Most things didn't work. Like life, for instance. Life doesn't work. It's terminally broken. Not that I'm a pessimist or anything. I prefer the term 'realist.' But it's true. In my opinion, life is too hard and no one should have to live it.

I heard Carol's voice from the other room. 'Red, aren't you gonna stop some time soon? You've been at that pistol all morning!'

"Yes, ma'am, just finishing up." I called back to her. I polished a spot on the weapon and put it in its holster. Then I set the whole thing down on the bench next to me and went over to talk to Carol.

'You are an odd one, you are.' she said, shaking her head as I walked over.

"I try my best." I quipped. I liked Carol. She was sort of a motherly figure to everyone. Out of all the people, she was the one who let me set up shop in her establishment. "So, any interesting news?" I asked. As much as I liked Underworld, I was getting tired of sitting around on my ass all day. I wanted some of the old excitement.

'Actually, yes.'

I perked up.

'There's a smoothskin in town, by the name of... Colten... Grey, I think it was? Anyway, he's asking some odd questions, and he seems to be a wastelander. I thought you'd find that particularly interesting.'

"I do, I do." I nodded enthusiastically. "Where can I find him?"

'Now, that I don't know...' A man sitting at the bar piped up. 'You're talkin' about that new smoothskin? Yeah, just saw 'im at Ahzrukhal's.'

Perfect! I thought. I can go meet this guy and return Ahzrukhal's pistol. But when I turned to find the pistol, my heart stopped. It was gone! It had just been there, I knew it was! But now someone had obviously taken it. "Dear Blue, he's gonna kill me..."

'What did you say, dear?'

"Uh - nothing, Carol. I'll just go meet that wastelander." I said with a nervous laugh and made my way out the door.

Sure enough, there was the human, sitting at the bar talking to that bastard Ahzrukhal. I smiled and walked over.

'Hey, you! Vault boy, you got my gun?' Azrukhal called over the bar.

"Uh... no, Ahzrukhal, I don't. I'm uh... not quite finished yet."

The ghoul snorted and turned around to get a drink for another customer. I walked quickly over to the wastelander. "Colten Grey, is it? Hey, I'm Red. Look, can I talk to you for a minute?"

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I would sit staring down at my drink for a moment. My ears perked and considering. It was always good to think about choices when there was time to think of them. A moment passed and I smiled politely, turning my head to look the man in the eye. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Red. What would you like to talk of?" He looked harmless enough. His body language and stance. I could infer he didn't want trouble, but I brought my right hand lazily to my hip as if I was just trying to get comfortable on the uncomfortable barstool.

This profession brought about more enemies than friends. You either shot someone's brother or boss, someone hires the Talon Company, or gets the Regulators on your ass. This ghoul had once been caucasian, red hair clinged to his scalp and his decay wasn't so bad as to be utterly disgusting, yet. I looked the ghoul in the eyes and patiently awaited his reply.

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I was relieved. So this wasn't one of those hard-ass wastelanders. He was inclined to be polite. "Well, I have a proposition for you." I lowered my voice and leaned in. "Look, I've uh... I've lost something of Ahzrukhal's here, and I'm pretty sure he's gonna kill me. Now, I can't enlist any local help finding it, or word will get back to Ahzzy here, but if you helped me... Well, let's just say my chance of survival goes from minimum to middle." My vision went blue for a moment and I swatted at an imaginary butterfly. Ahzrukhal turned back around and I jumped back, smiling nervously. He gave me a funny look and shook his head, polishing another glass. I turned back to the wastelander. "I'm willing to do anything. Well - almost anything." I said a little louder than before. "Whaddya' say?"

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I would narrow my eyes for a moment raising an eyebrow at the man. I knew Charon wasn't employed by choice. And didn't much like his "owner." I looked the man before me over once more. "Tell you what, if you can get Charon to be up for it, I could handle your problem." I'd say looking over at Charon. I'm sure I could take him, it might be tough. But it wasn't the guard I was worried about. It was a shoot-out in Underworld. This settlement had become quite friendly, and was extremely useful. It'd become hostile, though. I'm sure. If I openly killed two residents. One being a valued member. I'm sure they'd turn a blind eye, though if it was the snake owner of the settlement bar.

I pulled my hand away, linking my fingers and popping them at the knuckles. I turned back to find my new drink there. It'd definatley get rid of my tab, that's for sure. I sipped at it, awaiting a reply.

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*AIDEN KELLY*

The bleak blue water wasn't anything like I had expected. It turns out that it didn't sparkle with the lights above and it didn't lap longly at the shore or offer to drag you away. That much of what my father told me was true. But other than that, it was vast. I peered across the river at the Jefferson Memorial and then back out to the sea. And it wasn't like I was about to swim across it either. The last few years had been simple. Have a destination and reach it. I already had a method for completing that task, I had walked. but now with that this seemingly endless sea of water was before me, I had absolutely no idea how to tackle it. Maybe this was going to be the end of my journey, and the end to fulfiling my fathers (, and now my own,) dreams.

I stared at it, wating and watching for some sort of platform to rise up from the gentle waves and offer to bring me across. I'm never going to make it across that. I thought, drowned in pestimism. I continued searching the horizon. This was the end of all the hard work. All the fruitless endeavors were now haunting my conscience. The emotionless horizon slowly gave way to the sighting of a large looming metalic figure sat just to the east of me. I'd never seen anything like it before. It was immense, and the fact that it was sitting on water... meant it could have been the answer to my very questions. Quickly as I could I grabbed my things and headed north back along the riverbed insearch of a place to cross.

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I watched as the man considered.

'Tell you what, if you can get Charon to be up for it, I could handle your problem.'

My eyebrows knit together in surprise. "Are you crazy? It's impossible to get him to do anything!" This human was clearly out of his mind. Charon was a creepy slave. At least that's how I saw it. Why on Earth would he care about getting Charon's help on anything? But then I regained my composure, getting an idea. "Well... see, I've got 200 caps. I'm gonna need... let's see... 900 more than that to buy Charon's contract. You wanna help me with that?" Realizing how unlikely that was, I added, "I'll pay you back. I'll travel with you and help you until I've paid it all back. I swear to the Blue." I raised my right hand solemnly. "With that gnome as my witness," I pointed to nothing, "I do solemnly swear."

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I disregarded the man, standing and walking over to Charon. Exchanging silent words with him. Silently I slipped my gauntlet on over my right hand, adjusting it. Many of the citizens looked bewildered, and Ahzrukhal didn't notice as I turned walking toward him. I grabbed him by the collar of his suit jacket, he looked up stunned as I half pulled him over the bar. I struck upward suddenly with my right hand, burying the claws of the gauntlet in the ghoul's chest. His mouth opened in silent rage, but nothing but a breath escaped his throat.

He was dead almost instantly. The citizens mouths dropped, in horror and awe. I pulled the body over the bar and dropped it to the ground ripping the claws from the depths of the lifeless chest. Blood followed, and I wiped it on the dirty suit of the once horrid man. He looked harmless now in his death. I rose holding my left hand out to Red expecting to be paid, indifference on my face. Charon smiled wickedly behind us, walking forth to rip the contract from the suit pocket of the dead man.

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I watched as he walked over to Charon. "He won't talk." I informed him. "And he won't join you until you have his stupid contract." Then the guy pulled on his deathclaw gauntlet. What was he trying to do, impress Charon into going with him? He walked over to Ahzrukhal. Oh, I hope he's not doing what I think he's doing... "Woah, man!" I jumped up from where I was sitting as he grabbed the ghoul violently, and then... murdered him. "Holy shit!" I watched in horror as he just wiped the blood off on Ahzrukhal's suit and held out his other hand to me expectantly.

"Wh - You just - He just - What? No! I did not pay you to kill that man! I don't owe you anything!"

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I would glower at the man, and Charon would walk up behind him. I'd hold up my left hand signalling Charon to wait. "I solved your problem, and for THAT you owe me." I'd be calm for now, and the citizens would casually go to whispering and drinking their alcohol. I'd look Red in the eyes, twiddling the claws of my gauntlet as I slowly raised it. "And for solving your problem, I expect to be paid one way or another." I'd smile undoing the straps and rods of the gauntlet, pulling it off and returning it to my belt.

"Those who owe me come to regret holding out on me." I wouldn't attempt being menacing, what would be the point in trying to intimidate the man? He needed to know, though. That trouble would come to him if he didn't pay me one way or another. I had offered Charon freedom and a paying job, the man thought he couldn't be reasoned with. Charon, could.

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It was true that this weirdo had solved my problem. He had gotten rid of Ahzrukhal - just not in the way I would have preferred. And whoever this guy was, he was not to be toyed with. He was obviously quite capable of killing me and he had Charon's help now. So, being the semi-coward that I was, I caved. "Fine. What do you want? Caps? Service? A rant on how much I'm hating you right now? And how much?" I was kind of irritated that no one in the bar was trying to help me. But of course, I was just that weirdo Vault kid who wandered into town a month ago, babbling incoherently about his skin falling off. Not worth helping. And these were not the saints of the world. They were just the folks who visited the Ninth Circle, who weren't very nice people.

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I'd stand idle a moment, thinking. I'd lift my hand casually to rub my chin. "I'm not sure. I usually charge three hundred caps for a kill. Considering you only have two hundred.." My mind was ablaze. The National Archives building. It was probably crawling with terminals and turrets. I smiled, dropping my hand and offering it in a shake.

"You come with me on a job, and pay Charon here one hundred caps and we'll call it even." My smile was genuine, and friendly. I disregarded the hate, apparently that he felt for me. He'd find that it payed off, looting the buildings and all. Then it'd probably change his views. A large sum of caps always did.

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I considered for a moment. It wasn't exactly like I had a choice, but I wanted to think about it before I accepted. The job was likely to be hard, since this guy was such a bad-ass, but I could probably handle it. I was only a hacker and I could make that clear to him before he tried to make me do any of the heavy lifting. And he looked like a nice guy. Well, he had just brutally murdered someone, but besides that, friendly. "Alright," I said, "Deal." And I shook his hand. Then I turned around and paid Charon his 100. "Don't spend it all in one place, now." I said jokingly. Then I turned back to Colton with a jaunty attitude. "So, Mr. Grey. Ever been to Vault 106?"

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I'd be taken aback by the question. "I've peaked around there. Drugged up psychopaths still hang around." I would exclaim. I looked Red over, raising an eyebrow. He asked about it, he must have been there at some point, or are looking for something of value that may have been or is within or around the vault. I tried to reason it out for myself. I smiled politely.

"They weren't your friends and loved ones I'm hoping." I'd mean it as a joke. At the expense of some of the poor saps that had been within the vault. From the Overseer's documents, I could guess that their whole vault had been pumped full of drugs. What kind of people did that to people, people thinking they'd survive a nuclear fallout? Only to lose their sanity in the process.

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I grinned and chuckled ruefully. "Drugged up psychopaths, huh?" I saw him look me over and wondered what must be passing through his mind. Probably something like, "Why the hell does this guy care if I've been to Vault 106?". Yeah, I expected that kind of reaction.

'They weren't your friends and loved ones I'm hoping.'

He had no idea, of course, that they were. But not really loved ones since they were crazed loons. It's hard to have loved ones who try to kill you every now and then. When I had left, there had still been some order in the vault, but I could tell it was falling to pieces. That's why I left. The nick of time, I think they call it. It was probably completely trashed, now. I thought about this with a hint of remorse. I wish I could have been there to help it stay alive. I was really the only one keeping it all together, due to my resistance to the drug. I didn't go completely insane, just a little. Just enough to make me interesting.

I laughed and nodded. "I guess you could say that." I said. "They were related to me, if that's what you mean." I watched him closely to see his reaction. "See, Colten, I used to be a member of Vault 106. How are the old folks doin'?"

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I'd let out a deep breath, looking a bit saddened by this. I looked Red in the eyes. I'd be straight with him ofcourse. It took me a moment, though. To get the thoughts together. "I shot a few of them, dead, but when I left there were more alive." I nodded slowly as if answering a question of my own. This poor bastard before me. I knew how it felt, bad vault experiences and all.

I hoped he'd feel all right about his relatives.

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I raised my eyebrows slightly. "You... shot a few of them? Dead?" I sighed. "Well, so did I on one occasion, so I guess I'll have to forgive you for that one." I sighed again, looking away from the stranger and resting both elbows on the bar. "I just wish I could have helped them. They were so weak, so pathetic, you know?" Looking back at him, I continued. "I have an unusual natural resistance to the drugs. That's why I'm here talking to you instead of walking around some Vault hallucinating that everything's just dandy and chanting Breathe Deep in the Blue." I pushed off the bar. "But enough about me, what about you? Where are you from?"

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I'd share sympathy with him for a moment. Where was I from? I'd smile politely. "Well, that's enough about me. All you need to know is the wastes can make you rich, sticking with me will allow you to get rich in such a way. We should leave now. As exhausted as I am, perhaps it'd benefit us to go now under the cover of night. Have to fight less Super Mutants that way." I'd look to Charon who was gleeful after being freed from imprisonment. He counted his caps and had taken the caps from behind the bar. A large sum. My smile broadened and I turned.]

I took light steps to the door, pulling it open and stepping outside to the lobby of the settlement.

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delfiler had walked the wast for sometime now and only finding enemies in humans, the ghouls on the other hand were nice and friendly they at least give about him since he defended them and they maintained him, he was giving up hope on humans they mostly attacked him, he sit down by a piece of a broken bridge and sighed "i wonder why my creators made with with feelings, when i'm also made for war and defense" he said to himself and sighed deeper, if he wouldn't find a single human he could trust he would stay away from them and if any would get close he would question there motives

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I nodded. "Okay. That sounds good. Just let me get my things." I ran back to my room at Carol's place and started grabbing up my stuff and stuffing it in my backpack. As I did this, I considered this strange new man. He wouldn't tell me anything about himself except that he would get me rich. And he seemed oddly genial, though he was obviously a stone-cold killer. Probably a psychopath or something. Altogether odd. Well, he would fit right in with me.

I put the last item, my vault jumpsuit, in the backpack. The yellow numbers "106" gleamed up at me in defiance. "You should never have left," they seemed to say. Then my vision went blue and I saw the numbers peel off the jumpsuit's back. They danced around my head, taunting me, telling me to go back to the vault and clean things up. I shook my head violently, closing my eyes, trying to clear my head. But the numbers would have none of it. "Will you just look at yourself!" one said in my mother's voice. You're a freakin' zombie! And your clothes and your caps don't speak very well of your well-doing. Get it together, kid! Come back! I just closed my eyes and blocked my ears with my hands. All was silent for a moment, and then I opened my eyes, letting my hands slowly rest at my side. The Blue and the numbers were gone. I huffed at the whole affair. It happened often, and I got to where I wasn't that disturbed by it anymore. I shrugged my backpack onto my shoulder and walked into the front room of Carol's place. I paused. "Thank-you, Carol. For everything." And then I left.

I went outside where the human was waiting for me. "Ready." I said, and waited for him to set out.

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I nodded to him. A stern looked passed over my face. I wasn't friendly any longer. My features became hard and riggid and I checked my equipment once more before walking down to the Lobby. Red and Charon followed behind me. I pulled the door to settlement open, walking forth into the museum that used to be. It was dusty, broken down. Rubble was spilling from doorways and sat about in random places. We made our way out, passing the guard at the entrance.

The air was warm, despite darkness having fallen over the ruined city. We passed the metro, the Super Mutant defences were clear, even in the darkness. Deep trenches and hills. A few of them could be seen, outlines of their massive forms, lurking about the darkness. I turned raising my right hand to my face. My index finger played along my lips telling them to be quiet. I slid into a crouch, pulling my switchblade from my belt.