Title: Walls Need Love Too
Fandom: Fallout 3
Characters: Fem!Lone Wanderer, Charon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Yeah right. And then afterwards I can take over the White House!
Summary: The air was starting to look a little funny.
A.N. - Based on a set of drabble prompts from my friend that I am dead set on doing. Here's the next one.
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They were insane.
Every last one of the people she had met in here so far she has had to kill. Not that she wanted to. But that they gave her no choice. And there was no way they could be the original Vault Dwellers. It's been 200 years! Then she noticed how everything was. The air in the Vault. The people's conversations with themselves. How everything looked so…out of this world.
She had to stop Charon a couple of times from running off into places unknown. She couldn't afford to lose him now. Now that things were getting more and more creepy.
They had discovered computers. They had been broken but when she glanced at them again they seemed perfectly working. She would turn down a hallway and see her father. Turn around to go the opposite way and find herself staring right at Amata.
They found out about the drugs in the Vault's air supply.
It was starting to get to her. Charon had looked at her, tried to talk to her so that she wouldn't succumb to the drugs in the air. But she couldn't help it.
She was beginning to think she was going insane too.