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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Sexual content, gore, dark themes, language, violence

Date: 10th April, 2276 Name: Alice Yeung VII Role: Vault Explorer At the request of the Overseer, I have decided to keep an entry of each day I travel though the surrounding wasteland to whom I greatly express my gratitude for choosing me for such a mission. Based on what he told me, my goal is to see whether it would be possible if a normal vault dweller would be able to survive on their own with whatever they had on them if given no other choice but to leave. With that in mind, I was given three days worth of food, water, ammunition, medicine, and even a 10mm handgun from the armory. With my goal in mind, I ventured out of the vault, being struck by a bright light which I later learned was the sun. Surprisingly enough, the next hour was uneventful. Amidst the radiated dirt and burnt trees, the only living beings I had come across were radroaches and bloat flies, so much for the action. However, things were finally looking up for me when I came across my first settlement...Scrap Town! They were fairly welcoming, allowing me to abide with them for a while. Hoping to trade with them to bring something back to the vault, I decided to ask around and see who would be interested in doing so, with limited success. Eventually, one of them had told me of a man named Rylan who had been with them for a short while, albeit a lot longer than I had. After getting a description of his appearance, I began looking for him and started asking around where he was at. ((@Cecowl Hoovey

Leaning against one of the walls near the center of town, a large bag in front of him and an even larger shield (mostly made of scrap metal on a door that he had torn off of a building) beside him, Rylan stood with his arms crossed. The man was large and bulky, 6 feet tall at the minimum, with a strong frame and obvious strength. Seeing as he carried a large bag of junk and gear at all times, as well as his shield, that was no surprise. He didn't look friendly in the slightest, but he had a reputation for being crazy enough to venture into places others wouldn't and bring back all kinds of junk to sell. Seeing someone approach, one of them Vault Dwellers, Rylan raised a brow. "What's a Dweller doing out here? The cushy life finally too boring and you came to join the rest of us out here?" There was an obvious dislike of Vault Dwellers in his eyes, and that sneer certainly furthered that point. They were weak in his mind- Hiding behind those massive steel doors from everything. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump ...The Overseer's assumption regarding how outsiders felt about us were certainly confirmed when I found him. Nevertheless, I decided to play dumb and said, "Well, no...I was sent out here by free will to see how long I could survive out here. Anyways, I was told you were looking for someone to trade with. I'm in need of supplies and weaponry, are you willing to do so?" Looking back, I don't think he took me all that seriously, especially since I'm 5'4" and my skin was pretty smooth. Still, I decided to stand my ground and act seriously as I crossed my arms, waiting for his response.

"Depends on what you've got to trade. We all trade in caps out here, so unless you've got some, i've got nothing for you." His arms remained crossed as he looked down at her. He didn't expect her to have any. What dweller actually would? And if she was fresh outta a vault, she had absolutely no idea what was out here. Who knows, though? The wasteland was unpredictable. Maybe she had found some, or sold some vault stuff. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump It was apparent to me that the trader had little faith in me actually having something to trade with. Unfortunately, he was right. I only had enough caps to buy a rifle that was held together with duct tape and wire. In an attempt to get some food from him, I offered him some chems given I had taken from the confiscation room back in the vault. and said, "Listen, I could use some food, how's about some med-x and and psycho, eh? Surely there's a druggie you can sell it to so I can get some food."

The trader crouched down and dug through his bag. "For some med-x, I can offer a couple boxes of mac and cheese. For the psycho, i've got some cooked radroach." It wasn't a lot of food, but it was certainly something, at least. She wouldn't know how much these things were worth, anyhow. He could get a good profit off of these chems to keep himself supplied. He pulled out the boxes and the radroaches, the latter of which was wrapped in cloth rags. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump I'll be honest here; I by no means would've traded the chems for literal rad roach meat, meat that I could've gotten from the vault at any time. Still though, I had to do it to see what it tasted like in the event we ran out of rations. So, with much reluctant, I handed him the med-x and took the rad roach meat from his hand. That scratched off my first objective, now onto the second one. Now having my attention on Rylan, I decided to ask him for any interesting locations I could search for items of value, "Deeply appreciate the weapon and food. Now, I wanted to also ask if you know where I could...err, scavenge? I was hoping to at least find a couple of bullets, if not some scrap metal at the very least."

"You want to become a scavver?" That made him laugh. How was a tiny woman like her going to be able to take anything from ruins? "Tell me, Dweller, why should I tell you anywhere to pick around? What good does it do me to have you running around and looting places when I could do it and you pay me for shit instead?" @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump At this point, I was fed up with this outsider. Not only was he rude, but it was pretty obvious he was judging me by how I looked...just like in high school. Before I was about to lose my temper and sock him in the mouth, an idea came to mind. Clearing my throat, I said, "Becauuuuuse, I can give a portion of what I find, that being high quality items, and give it to you, how's about it?" I said with a wink...thank God my intelligence level was a 9.

He raised an eyebrow at her. What, she was going to give him all the rarer items while keeping the other shit to herself? "Anything I find, I keep. Stuff you find, you keep. If it's rare, it goes to me since you're just trying to 'learn about the wasteland' or whatever you said." He could get behind this arrangement. More caps for him for less work overall. "That's what you're gonna get with me if you want my help." @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump Unsurprisingly, my charm worked. Ryland agreed to take me under his wing on the condition that he was given whatever items I found that were of high value. I knew that I could just pocket some of it for myself in the hopes that he didn't see me doing so. Nodding my head, I also agreed, saying, "Sure, sounds good! Just lead the way and I'll help find anything of value!" Seeing that he wasn't taking me seriously, I decided to just play along as the innocent Vault Dweller who just turned nineteen...even though I was in my mid twenties. I don't know what my grandparents did to make me come out this way, but I look a lot younger than I did. Hopefully I could use this to my advantage and just fool him until I got what I needed.

"Not so fast. I haven't been in town very long, so i'm not gonna be headed out until tomorrow. I gotta sell the shit I have before I go get more." He replied, leaning back up against the wall. "You've got some shit left, go sell it at one of the general stores and get some caps. Rent a room for the night." He had a place in town that he had bought a while ago, but it only had one bed and as much as he was sure that a lady like her would love to share a bed with him, he could tell that there was a fire behind her eyes, and the suggestion would end badly. So, he wouldn't mention it. Not right now, any way. He cracked his neck before taking his attention away from her, scanning the market for anyone who looked like they could use any of the scrap he found. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump Deciding it was best to go along with his counsel, I chose to go around traded the valuables I had for caps. Any chems, cigarettes, and sentimental items were soon traded for wealth. By the end of it, I had at least 300 caps, more than enough to rent a room for the night. So here I am, typing this entry log out in a crummy room that smells like sulfur...At least the bed is clean and cozy. I'll try and keep an entry as to what happens next tomorrow. End of log.

After spending the rest of the day selling the random junk he found, Rylan marched up to his home and set aside his bag and shield for the night, hanging his machete up on the wall with a dissatisfied sigh. Being in town was always so boooorrrrriiiiingggg. There wasn't anything fun to do, like kicking some raiders' asses or fighting off a swarm of feral ghouls with nothing but his shield and machete. The most interesting fights were always with supermutants- At least the ones that didn't carry the bombs in their arms. Taking one of those one-on-one is always fun. But, he'd be headed back out tomorrow, with a naive little vault dweller in tow. Maybe she could shoot the suiciders before they got too close, and he'd have a mini nuke to sell the next time they got into town. That would certainly go for much, much more than all the other junk he collected, especially if he sold it to the weapons dude in town. Flopping onto his bed, Rylan shut his eyes to sleep. Then, the next morning, he grabbed his things and marched to the gate, leaning against it as he waited for that woman to appear. @phoenix_nebula1998

Date: 11th April, 2276 Name: Alice Yeung VII Role: Vault Explorer Today was off to a great start. Surprisingly enough, I slept fairly well in the crummy conditions of the room I was in. That's when I remembered the deal I had with the trader I met from yesterday. With that in mind, I grabbed my gear and the rifle I left leaning next to the bed before heading out. The place I was renting out didn't have any food for sale so I ate the canned food I brought from the vault...not that I'm complaining as the sanitary conditions were non existant. With all that being dealt with, I soon head out early in the morning and met Rylan at the entrance of the town. The moment he saw me, I put up the same "naïve teenage girl impression" from yesterday to keep his guard down as I said cheerfully, "Good morning sir! Ready to go on an adventure and find some neat stuff?"

(( @Cecowl Hoovey

He was leaning against the wall, near the gate to the town, shield leaning against him and his hand running along the blade of his machete. It was getting a bit rusty.. He'd have to tend to that as soon as possible. That, along with his shield, were his pride and joy, the only things he could truly count on in life. While people betray and trick and steal and cheat, a blade in your hand can't do any of that. When Alice walked up to him, he raised a brow. Ugh, this upbeat attitude was going to get annoying, fast. But he'd be getting some decent caps outta her, so he'd just have to deal. With a nod, he put away his machete before hefting his shield and walking to the gate. "Keep up." @phoenix_nebula1998

Alright, it was at this point I myself was getting pretty tired of doing the “cutesy” voice. It was straining on my throat and even the guy I was gonna scavenge with was getting annoyed. Still, I chose to keep up the facade until a more convenient time. Anyways, I ended up following the guy out of the settlement and into the wasteland. I will admit, I was somewhat frightened, seeing all the prewar buildings…especially the radscorpians, those things gave me the creeps. Aside from that, I didn’t exactly know where we were heading and what laid ahead so I held my rifle close, waiting to see who would be out there to ambush us!

Moving through the wasteland, Rylan was constantly looking around the area. There was no way to know what out there, so it was safer for him to be vigilant. During their walk through the wasteland, they didn't encounter anything all that dangerous, miraculously enough. In fact, there were signs of conflict between raiders and Super Mutants, with several pieces of gear and weapons within sight. "Well will you look at that." He crossed his arms. "That's lucky." @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump While I was checking to see if it were a trap, Rylan pointed out several corpses from what looked like a gunfight. He was right in his notion that we were lucky, we had only been gone for about two hours so to come across the supplies we did was an answered prayer. Checking out the bodies, I noticed that alongside the dirtied humans, there were these big green hulking monsters. I mean, sure, they did look human, but they resembled the ogres from some kind of fairy tale. Still, I decided to shake it off for now as I began scavenging their bodies. Rylan let me keep some food, water, and even ammo for my weapons, but kept everything to himself...selfish bastard. In spite of this, I tried looking for something to keep from him, that's when I saw one of the raiders with a holotape. He probably didn't take it since it was no use to him without a pip-boy. Inserting it into mine, I played it and called Rylan over to hear what it had to say, hopefully it would have some important information we could use, either for supplies or knowledge for the vault.

He had just finished looting the last of the raider bodies, stowing away a handful of caps and any useful junk or weapons worth a damn when the woman called him over. "Whaddya got there?" He asked, walking over with his bag freshly filled and his shield hanging from his arm. It seemed like she had found something on one of the bodies that he either missed or didn't care about. If it was the former, then he'd just get it from her. If it was the latter, he didn't give a shit. @phoenix_nebula1998

Whether he cared or not, I wasn't letting him get his dirty hands on this piece of holotape, not like he had a pip boy anyways. Pressing a button on my device, the disk compartment opened wide quickly consumed the piece of media and began playing what was inside the tape. [THE FOLLOWING IS THE TRANSCRIPT OF THE HOLOTAPE THAT HAD BEEN FOUND. DUE TO IT BEING DAMAGED, CERTAIN AUDIO COULD NOT PROPERLY HEARD] "Shit! Shit! SHIT! Doc, I hope you get this cause, right now, I'm runnin' for dear life!" panting "Listen, I found it, ACTUALLY found it! That pre war tech stuff includin' that power armor? It ain't bullshit! I'd grab it myself, but the whole place is crawlin' with super mutants and raiders tryin' to fuckin' kill each other! It's in -static noises- somewhere around Woodburrow Estates bellow an abandoned mechanic shop. Now I-I'm gonna try and get outta here before- OH GOD! NO! FU-" screaming followed by the sounds of bones breaking and flesh being torn. [END OF TRANSCRIPT] I'll be honest with you, I legitimately felt like crying and throwing up, both at the same time. Is this what the world has come to? If so, then maybe it's best we stay in the vault. Moreover, what the hell was a super mutant? Was it those monsters that were laying dead on the ground as flies began to feast on their rotting corpses? Nevertheless, I had to shake my head and cleared my throat before turning to Rylan and saying, "Huh, that guy did mention something about some rare old technology, maybe we should head over to that place and go check it out?"

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(( @Cecowl Hoovey

He listened to the tape with a serious expression, although a grin came to him slowly as the voice explained where some pre-war tech- power armor of all things- could be found. His mind was set, right then and there. "Abandoned mechanic's shop near Woodburrow?" Man, this'd be the trip of a lifetime. If he didn't find anyone rich enough to buy the armor off of him, he could always use it for himself.. Though keeping the damn thing powered would be an issue, since cores weren't all that common. "Hope you're ready for a fight, because we're getting that cache of tech." There was a wild twinkle in the man's eye as he spoke, and it was clear that he had set his sights on acquiring it. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump Surprisingly, Rylan kept his cool and I was just...blown away. How could he? He was listening to a guy getting torn alive and screaming and there he was, acting as if he was listening to the news. I don't think I'll understand him, but at least he's a big, tough guy. Anyways, he definitely had his eyes on the treasure, that's when I got an idea. If I could earn his trust and get him to help me find the tech, I'd simply shoot him in the back of the head and take the gear for vault. Surely the overseer would be approve!...though I do admit, I might've given it away somewhat when I chuckled to myself. With his ambition and my cunning, I knew for a fact that we'd be able to make it through just fine! Nodding my head, I agreed, saying, "You betcha!" And with that, we were off.

He closed his eyes for a few moments, running through his mental map of the area. Woodburrow would be.. probably an hour or two southwest from here. Past there would be the mechanic's shop, he was certain of that. Hell, it was possible that he'd poked around there and just didn't find anything all that outta the ordinary back in his early days as a scavenger. When he opened his eyes, he heard the woman chuckle, and when she looked at him, he could see a look in her eyes.. Bitch thinks she could play me for a fool.. I've seen that look in people's eyes all the time. That's the look of someone who plans to kill you. He'd play along for now, but he'd have to get rid of her at some point if he wanted to keep his head, solely based on the look in her eye. "This way." He turned and started walking, weaving through the alleyways. @phoenix_nebula1998

For the next hour or so, we traversed from the abandoned city to Woodburrow. Aside from a couple of ghouls and the occasional rad-scorpion, the journey was relatively safe. Anyways, the location seemed to have once been a suburban neighborhood for the more fortunate citizens before the war. In a sort of way, it was somewhat saddening and even reminded me of father's favorite passage from the Bible about injustice. Still, I had to keep my mind focused on the mission at hand, the longer we pissed around, the more of a chance that pre war tech was decaying. Rylan was able to find that mechanic's shop the man on the holotape mentioned and kicked the door down. Entering inside, there was not much to note, unless scrap metal and batteries were of interest...which it was. However, I noticed a terminal on top of a desk in the center of the room. Unfortunately, I didn't pay too much attention when it came to computer science so I turned to him and let him do the work, saying, "Check if that terminal can do anything. Maybe it might have something of importance?"

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(( @Cecowl Hoovey

There wasn't anything all that interesting, nothing but scrap and useless batteries.. But there was a terminal. Not that he was the hacker.. Oh well. He'd hit buttons and see what happens. Taking a seat at the terminal, he got to work, typing away. Within a minute, somehow he had managed to get through it. Clicking away, he opened a couple of documents and read silently. After a few minutes, he stood up and walked over to a metal cabinet and pushed it. It seems like it was on rails, so it was much easier to move. "There we go." @phoenix_nebula1998

...Well, that was easy. As the metal cabinet slide out of the way and revealed the secret entrance, a book fell up which spiked my curiosity. Walking up to it, I picked it up and soon learned that it was a "Big Book of Science"; heh, guess it was time to do some catching up. Anyways, without much thinking on my part, I ventured inside with my hunting rifle in hand. It was at that point that we soon realized this wasn't some underground basement...but a vault. The further we went inside, it was apparent that had long been abandoned. While roaming the halls we were greeted with rusted walls that were accompanied by a foul odor of copper or something like that. What really crept me out was this...one thing I can't get out of my head and that was the experiment rooms. Yes, you heard me, the place was doing twisted experiments. After lock picking one of the doors in hopes of finding some valuables, I was met with a stronger odor...that being a dead body. It looked...horrible, the corpse's muscles were all expanded and, well, "its" face had an exposed skull while its eyes were essentially bulging out of the sockets. After shaking my self out of it, I went and grabbed the available stimpaks and blood bags while still continuing to stare. I also noticed that the room was filled with radiation as it caused the pip boy on my wrist to go off; I would've left sooner, but I just felt warm...and fuzzy. (( @Cecowl Hoovey

SPOILER

Well this was interesting.. The man thought to himself as he walked through the vault, keeping a sharp eye on Alice as they explored the abandoned structure. If this place was abandoned, imagine all the hidden pre-war shit they had down here.. With that thought, Rylan started walking further in much quicker. There was power armor, and a bunch of pre-war tech hidden down here somewhere, and he'd be the one to find it. There was so much money to be made if he could just find it. All that money would let him stock up on so many different weapons and improvements to his existing gear.. There was so much he could do with it, that woman be damned if she tried to stop him. Glancing back, he noticed that she had disappeared. Good, less for him to worry about. With that, he moved deeper into the vault, peeking into rooms every now and then to try and find anything valuable, machete held at the ready on the off chance that something jumped out and attacked him. @phoenix_nebula1998

The more the warmth ran through my body, the harder it felt for me to move. I can't even remember how long I was there, probably a minute or two before I finally shook myself out of it. Checking my pipboy, I saw that my radiation levels sat at a concerning 200. Just as I took some rad-a-way (and rad-x for good measure), I soon heard foot steps heading towards my direction. Thinking it was Ryland, I peaked my head out and called out to him...which turned out to be a big mistake on my part. Looking me dead in the eye was the same ogre like creatures (which I learned later on were called super mutants) from before, only this time, they weren't six feet under. "YOU'RE DEAD, HUMAN!" Is all I heard before the thing started firing at me. I pretty much pissed myself at that point, throwing myself behind a steel table, firing back at the creature with my bolt action rifle. It did absolutely nothing, aside form angering them. The severity of the situation soon crept into my head, this thing was gonna do what they did to the man in the recording. Just when I thought all hope was lost, I remembered that I had snatched some grenades from the vault armory when no one was looking...even though I was only meant to take a 10mm pistol...sorry, overseer. Pulling the pin off the explosive, I tossed it, adding a small insult to add to shrapnel-filled injury, "Eat this!" Ducking for cover, the grenade would go off, sending several pieces of shrapnel bouncing off the walls. Once I stood up, I saw that the super mutant was now dead, missing a couple limbs and without life. The weapon it had was an American Assault Rifle with two spare magazines, which, of course, I took for myself. Afterwards, I called out t o Rylan, saying, "Rylan!? Where on earth are you buddy!?" (( @Cecowl Hoovey

There was no immediate response from the man. However, from down the way he had gone, Alice could hear the sounds of fighting- gunfire and shouting and steel hitting steel. Rylan let out a grunt as he blocked another few bullets with his shield, unrelentlessly moving forward with his machete in hand. Already having dispatched several of these super mutants, he was ready for more. This was the most fun he had had in several weeks, a wide grin on his face as he ran forward. "Bring it on, ya big oaf! I'm gonna tear your arms off!" Then he slammed into the mutant, slamming it into the wall and beginning to hack at it with his machete, laughing like a maniac. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump Hearing the noises come from the hallway, I soon figured where he was at. Just by following the noises, I rushed down the hallway with my newly acquired assault rifle. Thanks to being pretty...well, short, my gear started to weigh me down which made it harder to run, especially since I had the hunting rifle strapped around my back. Nevertheless, I was able to make it to where he was and...well, let's just say it was a sigh to behold. Rylan, being the wasteland savage that he was, had given in to his nature and was slashing the super mutant to pieces...lesson learned, the wastelanders can be nice, but also extremely savage, proving that vault dwellers are far more superior mentally speaking. At that point, I didn't care too much about the disguise I had put on. I was just in so much shock that I had to break character. As a result, I cleared my throat and said in regular, low feminine tone, "Jesus Christ dude! Don't you think that's a little too fucking excessive!?" (( @Cecowl Hoovey

He lowered his machete when the super mutant was finally dead, and he turned to her as he wiped the blood from his face. "No, I don't." Looking down at her, he just shook his head. "In this world, if you don't kill monsters like this, they'll kill you." Then, glowering at her, he stepped uncomfortably close. "But at least i'm not lying about everything i'm about." She thought he was stupid. That he couldn't see through her damn act, especially now that she wasn't faking that bright and cheery attitude. "I've worked with a lot of people. Almost every time they end up turning on each other. Are you vault dwellers really that different when you get the same gleam in your eye?" @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump Unsurprisingly, Rylan already knew I was not being genuine with who I was. I was caught in my lie and I had no idea how to respond. He didn't seem angry to me, just really fed up with people stabbing him in the back. That last question though, it really got me. Here I was, someone who had the privilege of growing up inside a vault, being chastised by a brute for my lack of honesty. Usually, I'd just brush it off and move on, but I just couldn't. There was time for feeling guilty however, my mission for the vault was at stake. I knew fighting Rylan head would be fruitless, even with my newly found assault rifle. For now, I had to submit and admit my faults. Shrugging my shoulders, I simply responded with, "Humans will be humans, Rylan. I'm just looking out for myself here...Listen, you got me, alright? I just want ONE thing to take with me back, then you can have everything else, alright?" (( @Cecowl Hoovey

His eyes narrowed at the woman, staring down at her from underneath his hood. "The only thing you're not allowed to take is the power armor, if it's actually down here. That shit's mine, got it?" With a simple jerk of his head, he motioned for her to go first. No way in hell that he'd let her walk behind him with her gun pointed at him. He'd block any attacks she threw at him from the front, and then cave her skull in if she tried anything. If she cooperated though.. Maybe he'd let her live. The man walked behind her, silently watching her every move. @phoenix_nebula1998

The compromise wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Not being able to bring the power armor with me was a big blow, but I just clenched my teeth and nodded, "Fine, you got a deal." before taking the lead. At that time, I just hoped that there'd be something else I could find. Maybe some secret information or technology that would greatly benefit the vault. Moving on, After ten minutes of walking, we had come across a door connected to a terminal. Thankfully, it was unlocked so I was able to open it. Afterwards, we traversed further inside, being met with a melody of electrically whirling and beeping noises as the hallway was covered with computers. That's when we finally came across what we were looking for...the technology. Aside from the body that was ripped in two (probably the guy from the recording), the room was pretty large, filled with all types of pre war tech. There were documents dating back years before the great war, gauss rifles which we thought were extinct, and, most importantly, power armor from the Operation Anchorage era. As tempted as I was to grab it, Rylan was right behind me and would've beat me to a pulp. Stepping aside, I invited him to go grab his prize while I went to take some of the documents for myself. Couldn't leave empty handed and all. Something I noticed were some glass containers with some type of green fluid with the words, "FEV" written on it. Didn't know what it was, but I decided to grab one of them for the time being. (( @Cecowl Hoovey

Quickly he began to inspect the armor, grinning widely. "Ooh, now you're a sight for sore eyes.." Setting down his machete and shield, he quickly climbed into the armor after making sure there was a core in it and stashing any extras in his bag. Retrieving his weapons, he turned back to Alice as she grabbed one of the glass containers that he didn't give a shit about. Carrying glass in the wasteland was a terrible idea, usually. One wrong move, a tumble or a gunfight, would likely lead to a bunch of broken glass in your bag that would be a pain to clean out. It certainly didn't help that these had some kind of chemical in it, and that was even worse to deal with than just broken glass. Instead, he started going around to gather up the weapons and other tech in the room that he could carry- Which, thanks to his new prize, was a lot more than before. This would make him a fortune. At this point, he was focused less on Alice and her damn tricks. There wasn't shit she'd be able to do to him now that he was in this armor. @phoenix_nebula1998

Well, I'm just glad I got SOMETHING at least. With the information that I had of the wasteland, the documents and fev, everything seemed to be going to plan. Just when it felt like nothing could go wrong now, that's when I was quickly proven wrong. The alarms throughout the vault went off out of nowhere, causing me to drop the container out of fear and the contents spilling all over me, literally. An intercom had gone off as well, shouting, "YOU, HUMANS! NOT SUPPOSE TO BE HERE. YOU DIE NOW, GOODBYE!!!" accompanied by the sound of grunting, shouts of rage and the like. Looking towards Rylan, I said, "Welp, here I was thinking it'd be a walk in the park. I know you hate my guts right now, but err...you wanna fight them off with me big guy?" I knew damn well he was gonna want to work together, or at least have some sort of cannon fodder. If we made it out, we'd both have prized possessions to take with us and we'd never have to see each other again...or so I'd hoped. (( @Cecowl Hoovey

His grip tightened on his machete, and he laughed as the voice over the intercom said that they'd die. "Oh, you think you can kill me now that I have this beauty?" Alice asked him to help fight the approaching mutants, but at this point, he was already stomping down the hall, shouting a battle cry. "BRING IT ON!" What she did really didn't matter to him now. He had a shiny new set of power armor to test out against whatever foes came to face him. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump In retrospect, a part of me was thankful that I wasn't the one wearing the power armor. Come to think of it, I don't think it would've fit me at all. Anyways, my wasteland companion got to work on the super mutants, every punch they throw at him simply wounded their green fists against the steel. Just as I was about to run in and help him, I suddenly felt a sharp pain inside my stomach. I didn't know what it was, but in retrospect, it was most likely from the contents of the FEV soaking into my skin. Causing me a great deal of fear, I tried wiping it off as much as possible, attempting to brush off the pain in which I felt. Soon, it stopped...but that's when things just went dark. I couldn't remember anything aside from the sound of white noise, the beating of my heart and, most prevalently, rage. When I finally regained consciousness, I was on top of one those green ogres, senselessly beating them to a pulp with a strange rush of adrenaline, even after it was dead. All I could feel was anger and the desire to kill, it was...scary, especially to me. (( @Cecowl Hoovey

There was a simple laugh that came from behind Alice. "Looks like you've got a little savage in you too, Dweller." Rylan said from where he stood, a pile of supermutant corpses around him. "Came out all screamin' like a madwoman, tackling one of these monsters and slamming down on their skull." Wiping the blood off of his machete, Rylan looked back towards the door. "There's nothing else of note here, i'd say. Get the fuck out of here with what you have, I've got shit to sell in town." With that, he started walking back toward the entrance. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump As he walked away, I simply stared at the corpse and quickly noticed the lead pipe in my hands. It was all bent and splattered with blood and pieces of mutated brain. After what I had done, I should've felt ashamed of myself...but I wasn't; I actually felt...proud, as if this was some sort of great achievement on my part. Even by staring at Rylan, I felt the urge to take him on, knowing all too well I would just be torn in two. It was pointless anyways, the battle was won and all I had to do now I was return to the vault. So, with the documents and vials of FEV, I followed him all the way back to town before parting ways.

It had been a week. With the caps that Rylan made off of the pre-war weapons, he'd been able to get enough fusion cores to keep this power armor running for several weeks straight. In addition, he upgraded his machete and his shield with some new tech, making him overall a much stronger killing machine. He still had enough caps left over for him to live comfortably, so he stopped being so picky on what he grabbed out in the wasteland, mostly going out to find something to kill. That's where he was now, trudging through the wasteland and searching for something to sink his machete into. @phoenix_nebula1998

Date: 18th April, 2276 Name: Alice Yeung VII Role: ~~Vault Explorer~~ (NOT ANYMORE, THANKS ASSHOLES!) They exiled me. AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE THEY EXILED ME. When I made it back to the vault, I gave them everything I had and told them about the FEV vial and how some of it got onto me. After doing a weeks worth of research, they showed up to my dorm one day and told me I had to leave. I asked them why, but all they said was that I was a danger to the vault, not even explaining how I was. Then, just like that, they threw me out...fucking backstabbers, at least they gave me some supplies so I didn't die the moment I stepped out. It hasn't really helped that my temper has been going through the roof prior to me being banished. Not only that, but I think I've gotten taller...which is strange since I stopped growing once I turned seventeen. Not only that, but both my nails have become sharper and even small patches of "hair" have started sprouting all over my body, causing me to shave almost every day, not like that's a luxury I have anymore. Anyways, as I was traversing through the ruins on the way to scraptown in hopes of finding refuge there, I came across a familiar face. Rylan...that son of a bitch; the anger that I felt from a week ago soon flared up within me for no apparent reason. Still, I tried my best to maintain a calm demeanor as a slowly, yet apparently towered him, finally speaking up. "Rylan." (( @Cecowl Hoovey

The armored man's head turned her way for a few moments before a low rumble came from him. "Oh look, it's the vault girlie again. Not the same, though.. Something's different about you. There's a different glint in your eye, girl. And that's not to mention your height." His shield tapped against the ground as he fully turned to her. "You get sent back out from your cozy little iron tomb? I didn't expect that you'd ever leave again, considering what you saw the last time you were out here." Because of how his face was obscured, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.. But a part of him was smug, she had come crawling back to him after trying to stab him in the back before. Hah! Pathetic. Those vault dwellers were nothing but a bunch of cowards. "Don't you think you should just turn around and head on home? This part of town's been picked clean countless times." @phoenix_nebula1998

"I'm exiled, can't go back to vault...infected." Is all I remember muttering. I don't know what happened to me, I can still type normally on this pip boy but I had a hard time stringing together a coherent sentence. Maybe I was dehydrated or just really disoriented with this pounding headache I had, all I know was that it was hard for me to speak. As much resentment as I felt towards scum like Rylan, especially that little snarky remark he made, I soon realized it was my best bet to ensure my survival for the time being. I just hoped he would show some sense of pity towards me. Clearing my throat, I did my best to try and sound somewhat smart, "I have no more home, need to go to scraptown. I'm lost, please help me." Gosh, I just remembered how itchy my body was. My own jump suit barely even fit and, I hate to admit (even though no one's gonna look at this anyhow), it had started to even tear, the security vest pretty much concealing my chest. I had the urge to scratch, but I tried to resist, waiting for Rylan's response. (( @Cecowl Hoovey

His eyes narrowed behind his helmet. "Infected with what, exactly?" He was confident in his own survival, primarily due to the power armor that he wore, but he'd lose out on a lot of business if some plague made its way into town. So, he needed to ask more questions and figure out exactly what was going on before he took her in. "Can't exactly have an outbreak amongst the people of the town- It'll cost me too much money if a bunch of people start dying." @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump "N-No! Not that kind of infection!" I shouted angrily as I clutched my head, "It's...hard to explain; I can't infect others, but it's affecting me. I've gotten stronger, better...angrier. I can only infect others if I had a...liquid form of said virus." I was irritated, I don't know why he thought others could be infected by what I had. It's not like it could be...right?

"You can't blame me for being cautious." He replied dryly. "People get sick with all kinds of things out here, and if they spread, they'll kill entire towns." When she explained that she couldn't infect others, he just sighed. "And you better not have any of that shit. I don't know about you, but more mutants runnin' around's just bad for business, even if they're fun to kill." He flicked the machete back in the direction of town. "Go. Town's that way, though you'll have to find your own place to stay." @phoenix_nebula1998

I can't remember what else I said, all I can recall was huffing and storming off to scrap town. Surprisingly enough, they did allow me to stay in spite of the physical changes that had occurred to my body, probably thinking it was due to radiation or something, I wouldn't really know. If I'm being honest, I didn't even leave the room was renting, I just stayed there and was really hungry, causing me to almost burn through the canned food the overseer had given me, I even ate the roach meat for crying out loud! (It wasn't really all that bad to be fair). Still, this entire day sucked, being kicked out of the vault, dealing with changes to my body and, ugh...Rylan. I just hope things get better, I don't even know where to start. Ah well, might as well figure it out tomorrow...

Date: 19th April, 2276 Name: Alice Yeung VII Role: N/A Everything hurts bad. Skin itchy, hairy...ears fell off, given new kitty ears. Too tall, yellow eyes, big tail...clothing barely holding together. Too angry, must kill, must eat, must mate...find Rylan, make better.

"You can't blame me for being cautious." He replied dryly. "People get sick with all kinds of things out here, and if they spread, they'll kill entire towns." When she explained that she couldn't infect others, he just sighed. "And you better not have any of that shit. I don't know about you, but more mutants runnin' around's just bad for business, even if they're fun to kill." He flicked the machete back in the direction of town. "Go. Town's that way, though you'll have to find your own place to stay." @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump This was the last entry log that Alice Yeung had made before succumbing to the effects of the Forced Evolutionary Virus. In most cases, it would've turned her into one of the big, green hulking monsters both Rylan and her had faced back in the vault. However, it didn't...it made her something better, or worse depending on the situation. Due to unknown causes, it had turned her into a feline creature, still retaining her humanoid appearance; however, the virus had caused a reduction in higher brain function, meaning she had been reduced to nothing more than a bipedal, feral cat with base instincts. Of course, she still somewhat retained some of her memories, especially the ones with Rylan, and the ability to speak in short deranged sentences filled with blood lust and sexual desires, the latter being aimed towards the wastelander. Of course, such a big feral beast could not be hidden for a long period of time. Soon, word had broken out about how a strange feline creature was in the settlement, causing a bit of an uproar but also murmuring at the same time, not certain as to what they could potentially do. (( @Cecowl Hoovey

The next couple of days saw Rylan heading out into the wasteland to find something to fight or scavenge. Scavenging didn't have the same charm it used to, since he never found anything as interesting as that vault.. So most of what he went out for was the slaughter of raiders and mutants in his power armor, but he was leaving town less and less. His time was being spend more on living a comfortable life with what he had gotten, but the rumors weren't going unnoticed.. That woman would be coming for him eventually, he was sure of it. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump And he would be right, however she would be after him for more...different purposes per say. Because of the brain damage she had experienced, she was a mix of emotions but hardly felt any hostility. She was awfully "affectionate" which still meant she'd be looking for him. On that note, shouts of fear had filled the air once she had ran out of inn/bar hybrid. The settlers were attempting to defend themselves but to no avail. Instead, she simply ran off, even going so far as to throw her claws at them if they got too close. Now in pursuit of Rylan, she began sniffing him out as she held her belongings close, calling out with a now low feminine tone, "Rylan...Rylan, come out, me want to see you...hehehe." (( @Cecowl Hoovey

He was seated in his home, machete across his knees as he stared down the door. Those shouts of fear and gunshots told him all he needed to know.. That woman had gone mad from whatever sickness she had. Radiation, probably.. Either way, it was clear that she was running rampant in the town. Then, just outside his door, he heard her voice.. So his grip tightened on the machete as he stood slowly, ready for when she broke down the door. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump Soon, the cries began to die down, one by one as the mutated vault dweller let out a cacophony of laughter. For a minute, everything was silent; no gun fire, no shouting, no nothing. Perhaps they finally killed her or maybe she left. This idea soon faded as the door knob began to turn to little to no success. Eventually, it was simply torn right out, revealing the completely transformed Alice as she held the door in one hand, staring him down with a toothy grin. "Hello, Rylan, long time no see." She said while throwing the door aside. At this point, she was now similar in height as Rylan in the power suit, only being a few inches shorter. Behind her were the bodies of settlers that had tried to fight this strange beast, slashed in pieces while they still held their weapons close. As for the were cat, she was...interested in him. (( @Cecowl Hoovey

He had just finished climbing into his power suit when the door was torn off of its hinges. That'd be annoying to get fixed, if he didn't get killed by the insane monster standing in his doorway. Staring her down with his machete in his hand, the scavenger spoke. "Really hasn't been all that long, girlie. Though it seems like you've lost your mind, so i'm not even all that sure you know how long it's been." With narrowed eyes behind the helmet, he adjusted his stance. "The hell you want with me, anyway?" @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump "Me? Lose mind?" The mutated exile asked before chuckling uncontrollably, "Of course not! Perfectly sane, like you." She then proceeded to walk inside, attempting to intimidate our knight in radiation-proof power armor, saying, "Feel lonely, you are good friend. How about you give company and I give something in return, yes?"

With a sigh, he shook his head. "Nope. I never signed up for this. I didn't sign up to have some furry mutant break into my house and try to threaten me after wanting to get me killed. No, I wouldn't call us friends, especially not since you showed your true colors back at that Vault." Rylan was unfazed by her intimidation attempts, as he had fought far more dangerous threats than her without his power armor. "Why should I give you 'company' when you're clearly violent and will likely tear me apart the moment I step out of this armor?" He motioned with one hand toward the bodies strewn about outside. "Plus, being seen with someone so obviously dangerous will fuck up my good reputation in this city, especially after you killed a bunch of those people." He didn't need to get kicked out after getting a 'good' life because of this crazy bitch. @phoenix_nebula1998

@Rylan (@Cecowl Hoovey) - jump Not exactly discouraged by Rylan's cold response to her...well, "invitation", she persisted, hoping to get him to better understand what she meant by "friendship". With a small growl under her breath, she continued as twitched and turned, scratching at her fur as she said, "What? No! Never would betray friend, not at all." She would slowly take a step back, keeping her eyes fixed upon the hulking piece of metal before continuing, "Besides, people outside were mean, shot me first. Didn't want to kill them, just had to or they would kill me! Besides...wouldn't you want pleasure, yes?"

"Never betray friend?" He scoffed. "Suure, whatever you say." He didn't believe her, obviously. He knew what he saw in her eyes before this whole monstrous transformation. It was the same damn look that everyone gave when they were planning on killing him for all the loot. His grip adjusted on the weapon, staring her down. "Those people shot at you because you went running through town unexpectedly. People don't take kindly to mutants, especially ones that come out of the middle of town. Makes 'em scared, paranoid.." Shaking his head, his eyebrow twitched as she said 'pleasure'. "What, you think I want pleasure?" Hm.. He paused for a few moments before shaking his head. "Bad idea. I have no interest in becoming a mutant, and who knows if whatever made you like that is contagious." @phoenix_nebula1998