I got up. The door to the bunker was sealed shut. There was no way I'd be getting back in there anytime soon. I clamped my Power Fist into place. "Ah. Well, let us get going."
I was walking out of Hidden Valley when I saw him. A little kid looking down at a dead body. He had a .357 revolver in his hand. He was splattered with blood. He looked up at me and screamed. He pointed the gun at me and tried to shoot. I ducked but I never heard the gunshot. The gun was empty. I looked back up to see the kid loading one bullet into the chamber.
"Wait! I don't want to hurt you!" I yelled at him.
He looked up, "I know. This isn't for you."
I was confused but then it hit me, "Wait! Don't do that!"
"Why not? No one needs me. My brother just tried to kill me. See that dead body? I want to be with him again. And my family."
He pointed the gun to his head. I was too far away to stop him.
BANG!
His body went limp and fell to the ground. I screamed and fell to my knees crying. I think I just caused a kid to commit suicide.
There was no undoing what just happened. I decided it best to just leave while I could.