"I guess I should feel lucky" the girl muttered to herself as the slightly irradiated sand whipped up and hit her face. She had brown hair done back in a pony tail, she also had a long fringe with some long strands of hair hanging down on either side of her face. She had some freckles and and a cute nose and mouth. Her eyes were green and on her right eyebrow a small gash disrupting the eyebrow causing a gap.
It was dark and the girl thought to her self, maybe I should go back, but common sense always won over and she continued walking. It was quite cold and the vault suit only insulated some of the cold so she was shivering every now and again. "Why the fuck am I here?" She kept saying to herself, but she knew why and she knew she needed to keep going. After a few hours of walking in the dark and tripping on shrubs she began to make out some shimmering lights on the horizon, 'thank god' she thought to herself.
As she neared she began to make out what looked like an amusement park ahead of her, there were coasters and large buildings and a mountain with a nuka-cola bottle on. When she got to the large, rusted gates she called "Anyone here, I'm kind of fucking lost!". After hearing no answer for what seemed like an hour she decided to try and climb the colossal gate. As she put her foot onto the the second elaborate metal bar she heard a noise, a slight knock of something. She waited there, suspended off the ground like a scared cat for a minute and then continued the struggle up the gate.
Suddenly two stuffed toy wearing weirdos with assault rifles jumped out from behind a beat up door and grabbed her, screaming, by the ankles, they pulled her down and then ran carrying her over the shoulders through a covered up entry to the park. They came out in what looked like a shantytown, rather ironically bustling with other weirdos. As she was struggleing she looked around at all of the other weirdos around her, they were behaving like this was a normal occurrence and we're paying no attention to her as they drank and chatted. She looked up just in time to see the butt of a gun smash into her forehead. She passed out.
She came to in a big building, what looked like a maintenance building. There was thick dust on the floor and broken ride parts and machinery around her. The two weirdos were there in front of her, the first one had a clipboard and the other had a gun.
"What the fuck do you want?" The girl shouted at them, a piece of bloody spit coming out of her mouth.
"Firstly we want your name." The one with the clipboard asked fairly normally.
"An-an-an 'nen we wants yours body as slave." The other one said fanatically laughing to himself.
"My name is Ellen and I am not going to be your fucking slave."
"You've got a bad mouth missy." Clipboard said slyly while tutting her with his finger.
"Y-y-you swearing to muchs an we don like dat." Gun said, dancing around crazily.
"Shut up." clipboard said sternly to gun.
"N-n-no yous always does the talks an I want to." Gun stuttered in defence.
As the two hot headed raiders began arguing Ellen quickly snatched up all she could around her as the ropes around her feet were tight but all the other knots were loose allowing her to wriggle her arms free. She grabbed a lighter, a pouch of a weird looking powder, a Walther PPK (rather stupidly left on the side) and a weirdly shaped key on a string which she hung around her neck. She quickly crammed the rest into her pocket just as the the two weirdos stopped bickering and walked up to her.
"Goodnight." Clipboard uttered as gun thrush the butt of the gun into Ellen's face again.