A young woman, no more than 20, wandered the wasted plains, short pink hair ragged-recently cut, and badly. She had one green eye, the other covered by a makeshift patch of gauze and medical padding. She wore a plain dress, with hiking boots and a satchel slung across her shoulder. She sighed, her bag was getting heavy, and her stomach grumbled. She spotted a wharf, the water around it long gone. She climbed the hill to it's start, walking to the end, a skeleton with a beer and teddy sitting on it. She blinked, but sat down next to it.
Taking off her satchel, she pulled out a Nuka Cola-mixed with Vodka, and a mirelurk cake. She munched on it, taking stock of her loot. A few batteries, a handful of caps...another Vodka. Not bad. She took another bite, her mind wandering to the first time she found Megaton.
Armed with just a knife, and only in a ripped dress after her close call with Andale-the place she thought would be her new home-and had to run. She was battered, sour, and hungry. The robot at the front had given her a start, as had the opening gate. But she had wandered in, to be meet with the Sheriff, and Mayor-Lucas Simms. She had been silent through most of their interaction. She didn't want to talk to him, she was just hungry, although she had sniggered at his hat. She had walked down the hill, terrified of falling, and made her way to the Brass Lantern.
Jenny had greeted her, "Hey there! Just passing through? Yeah, I thought so. We do get a lot of people wanting to settle down here...so, hungry? It's fresh! Well...mostly fresh..." She had giggled at this, Jenny smiling back. "I'm Jenny Stahl, what's your name?" "Uh, Steph...Prince." She had just enough for a Nuka Cola and a mirelurk cake. She'd sat, listening to the crazy preacher next to the weird egg thing she later learned was a nuclear war head, and ate in silence. Once finished, she considered what to do next.
Steph smiled, she remembered now-she'd gone scavaging in the nearby ghost town, and gotten her butt kicked by raiders-she'd barely gotten away. Although she had picked up some more food from their corpses, so that was something. She'd learnt to bandage and disinfect from that, however, the infected bullet wound she received had been nasty-and infected, she was lucky to survive that out here...
She packed away her now empty bottle, standing up and grabbing her bag. Time to go again...now where was it? She consulted her Pip Boy. Ah, Minefield...that was right. She looked up, and sighed. She had a feeling her misfortune had not even close to begun.