Year 2277, 8 year old, Blaze was hidden under her bed, hours after the mercenaries had left. They had slaughtered their only 3 brahmin, had stolen all the caps her family had, and destroyed everything else.
Blaze could not stay there forever. She knew she would need food and water and some unknown threat could eventually wander here. She left with only, the clothing she had been wearing, a type of clothing common among Wasteland settlers, a small pocket knife with a black rubber handle, and in surprisingly good condition, considering how old it is, and a necklace, made of silver, containing a photo of one of her ancestors, the only one she knew about. Her parents were very proud of him.
Blaze took one last look at her home, a medium sized building made of scrap metal, and surrounded by a broken down fence, along with the corpses of her brahmin. She observed the barren landscape, and found no potential threats. The parents of Blaze were always trading with those who settled at a place called Megaton. She had been there before, it was a very nice place. She also had become close friends with the authority, the scientist, and a bartender at Megaton, perhaps they could help her. She stated heading toward Megaton.
As Blaze walked, she thought about the events that had transpired earlier that day. The leader of the mercenaries said, "We've been looking for you. Someone's put quite a price on your head. It's too bad, you could have been useful." Her father responded with "You can try." in a very calm vtone, this triggered the mercenaries attack. It was obvious, they did not care about Blaze, and probably figured she would be killed by some local wildlife, or starve to death.
It was at this moment that Blaze realized just how much she hated those mercenaries, and the company they worked for. She wanted to destroy them all.