"Just don't explode the house ok Sis'?"
"Not even your terminal?"
Only this new, and yet so... fast, sarcastic? Never mind, at least she isn't getting into trouble again
"Sure, hope you wash that tongue later... I'll come back in a day or two, so dont miss school, or get another detention."
Nat ran to hug her sister, traveling was a common thing, Travel to get new stories, the press don't print by itself Piper always said, but yet, it was the insecurity that killed them both every time, travel by herself was a huge risk, but one that the journalist need to rely on.
And off she was, for one more "adventure", to find something worth to her, maybe someone was taken again by the Institute, the Bogeyman of the Commonwealth.
This can't be tr... Words stopped by a cry, a quiet one, followed by silenced hiccups, too much for one person... Carina remembered the look on the people outside the Vault entrance... terrified at the view, hell itself destroyed the planet, at least the one that she knew.
I need to get out of here, it's getting dark, wonder what this Pip-Boy does besides showing the tim... 2287? more than 200 years, this can't be true, no no The short haired woman began to shake, No, i need to get up and go, I'm good with words, and i-i will know how people here are but then another gunshot, and another, and another, the shots came from concord, close district from Sanctuary Hills, her home...
"As i live and breath, it's... it's really you?
It'll do for the night i guess, hope that any super mutant sneak on me Piper burst out laughing if they could even walk without stumble through something
The abandoned house wasn't good as the journalist would like for it to be, but it did it's purpose, kind of... it was cold and her trench coat wasn't keeping her warm, actually nothing had kept her warm in a long time, inside and outside, company Piper said the word only with her lips, she had that a lot when her father was still alive, Nat was younger, either the reporter, but it was late, and she was out there for a reason, but the reason wasn't as clear as she wanted to, but still, sleep.
Not yet, something was tingling her senses, some kind of walking outside, was that a ghoul? No, weak steps, slow walking towards the house, a raider maybe? Piper just used guns for... self-defense, but if getting in trouble was her middle name, she wasn't much proud of it, because she went out to get inspiration, so it was knocking at her door.