I took another sip from my Nuka-Cola as I stared in to the moniter, my headache growing as I tried to get in. This terminal had been bothering me all night and I was determined to get it open. After another 15 minutes of continous hacking, I finally broke in. There were three files. One was labeled "Prototype X94" One "New Administration" and the last, "Goodbye" Prototype X94 seemed to be about an energy weapon. It was stored in a part of the building I hadn't explored yet, and I had no idea how to use energy weapons, so I ignored the Prototype. New Administration seemed like a pre-war audio log. "Fucking Issac got fired. Thank. God. We got some new guy who seems pretty layed back. I'm just happy Issacs gone, he was SUCH an asshole." There was a voice in the background. "Shit, I gotta go." Boring. I looked at "Goodbye" Another audio log. "We fucked up. We decided to start a fucking war about some nothern shithole, and now they killed us all. They said to get to the vaults. I didn't bother. We're all going to die anyways, no need to prolong the inevitable. Goodbye world. Fuck you." Wow. That's morbid. I heard and explosion , just when I was calming down, I ran out the door to see what was happening. There was a caravan of four, 3 guards and the merchant. They were fighting seven raiders, all weilding suprising advanced weaponry two of them had energy weapons and the others automatic rifles. The caravaneers were taking cover behind a blown up car and the raiders, having not seen me, were filling it with bullets. I pulled out my revolver. Three went down before they saw me, then shit hit the fan. There was a sniper, a good one, too considering the range. My shoulder exploded with pain, adreneline kicking in. I quickly hid behind the wall next to the double doors. The caravan had lost two gaurds. No more good people will die today. I injected a stim-pack and ran over to the burnt-out car, luckily not getting hit. Two dead one injured, one fine. I pulled my grenades out and chucked two over the car, hearing a scream, followed by an explosion. I looked over the car, two more gone. Two more left. The un-injured one's head exploded. I got angry. I got up, not forgeting about the sniper, and unloaded the rest of my rounds from the revlver into the two left. I was in the building again, stuck by a sniper, with a wounded person out there. No more death. I looked around the room, and saw nothing of use. Just normal Rob-Tech junk and a couple of buckets from the utility closet. I got a bucket and through it ou the door. The sniper fire, and gave me my chance to get to the person. Three gunshot wounds, two in the arm, one in the side. Three stim-packs. Damn, not many left. She came to almost instantly with a jerk. I calmed her and said something hopeful. I couldn't pull another bucket, so I had to improvise. With being insane. The only thing he wasn't expecting was for us to run at him, so that's what I did. Didn't work. First bullet hit my left leg, effectivly cripplying it. The second missed, and showed me the muzzle-flash. He was reloading. I already did. He was suprising close for a sniper, my revolver was in range. I hit him somewhere vital, because I didn't get shot again. I didn't have time to check. I was still bleeding vigorously, and stim-packs only heal a small amount. That woman needed help. I got to her, and helped her walk. We were almost to the New Vegas Medical Clinic when I passed out from either exhastion or lack of blood. Never found out which. I woke up in the clinic. A cute redhead was siting in the chair next to me, looking very tired. I tried to sit up. Pain went through my side, lots of it. The readhead got up and eased me back down. "Woah there, not too fast." I layed back down reluctantly. I could be productive right now. I decided to know who cared about me enough to sit by my beside. "Who are you?" I asked in my nicest voice. "Oh he must be brain dead too." The redhead said, sighing. "I'm the damsel in distress you saved back at Rob-Co." My eyes widend. Damsel in distress? "But I was ju-" She cut me off. "Uh-Uh you saved me, no way getting around it." I decided it would be better not to argue about who saved who. "Where am I?" I said, rubbing my temple. "Clinic, only place with medical supplies nearby where you passed out. I woke up and helped you the rest of the way." I tried to get a good look at her, but my eyes wouldn't focus, my glasses being elswhere. "They're right here." She handed me my glasses. "Thank you." I put them on and tried to look at her again. She was even cuter with good vision. She had hazel-green eyes and freckled cheeks. He hair was suprisingly amazing, for the wasteland, and her skin was pale and mostly clean. "Now that you know me, who are you?" She said as she sat back in her chair. A hard question indeed. "I am..." I have no idea. "You are?" She said, impatiently. "I have no idea." I said, sadly. "Yup definitely brain damage." She said, shaking her head. "B-but I don't even know your name. I don't actually know who you are." Se nodded. "Karen Williams. Former owners of Karen Karavans." "Former?" I asked inquisitively. "Aint' much left of it now, since those raiders killed most of it." I finally sat up, being awake for long enough. Karen took a deep breath and said "I'm coming with you." Hmwaaa? "You're coming with me? Where?" This was weird. "I don't know where, but I have no where else to go, since the caravan got destroyed." She looked desperate and sad. I was feeling guilty and sympathetic.I couldn't say no, and I didn't want to. Chapter End. Footnote: New Perk. Friendships. Plus one Charisma.