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It was strange walking in the wastes feeling a dark presence behind her. She wasn't fond of people. People viewed her as a toy. Something they could play with to keep there heads busy with thoughts other than the wastes that consumed everyone's life. No one treated her serious, all they saw was the pretty face and thin frame that got eyed every time she walked into a building inhabited by people. She was the perfect height that became the universal one when making armor so everything fit her in that aspect but she was thin, too thin so nothing fit snug to her even after gaining the muscles all around her body. Blue eyes and black hair with shades of purple made her head. She never wore make up because she never needed it on her naturally beautiful skin. She tried her best to keep clean, nothing like how she was in the vault but she bathed and never let her hair get too greasy. It was better than anything anybody else tried to do. So yeah, she hated people. Ghoul or not and having the biggest ghoul stride quietly behind her didn't make her feel any better about it. Not that she had anything against ghouls physically but the fact that they hated every god damn person within miles of them and called everyone "smooth-skin" didn't sit right in the pit of her stomach. Whether it was just an observational nickname or not, the way is resonated off a ghouls raspy voice told her it was derogatory. It's no better than people calling them zombies though and feeling as there was nothing she could do to change that she sighed heavily rubbing the back of her neck. As if a signal went off she heard the ghoul behind her cough followed by a "We need to rest" coming from his mouth. Startled I stopped and spun around eyeing the behemoth before me.

"Yeah I guess you're right." She said cautiously.

All the response she got out of him was a grunt as he sat on a near by rock. She didn't understand why we needed to rest, they were maybe 20 miles from Megaton. She didn't want to stop as she huffed her bangs off her forehead and crossed her arms.

"Are you going to sit?"

She hadn't even realize she was still standing. she probably looked like an idiot and a fresh shade of pink fell over her cheeks out of embarrassment.

"Actually I thought I'd take first watch." she said a little too quickly. He raised an eyebrow at her but quickly let it falter in its natural place. Seems her quick excuse wasn't working.

"You should rest. It's my job to watch over you." he stated simply with a plain look on his face. She cringed and shook at his words that sounded so foreign to her. His job.

"Fine." was all she could muster as she sat down and began searching her bag for something to eat. Absentmindedly she pulled out a piece of paper, worn through its years and began reading much like she did a thousand times before it. She couldn't believe she was in possession of this. How could she have been so stupid to let this happen? She dropped her head into her hands crumpling the paper just a bit. The ghoul heard and gave a side glance without changing his expression, turning back to the wastes after staring at the paper and back to her again.

"RAAAWW!" was all she heard when the spiked piece of board smashed against her side sending her and her pack reeling off to the mutants right. Mustering all the strength she could, she grabbed onto the barbed wire not paying attention to new cuts on her hands as she used it to get up and limp towards her pack. Grabbing the ripper she had scavenged and hoped to god it still worked during the tumble. She turned around just in time to receive another life threatening wail to her head with the Super mutants fist. Turning on the ripper she jabbed it in his direction but he was too quick. He kicked her in the stomach.

"KIIIIIILL!"

THUMP THUMP THUMP

It was coming closer to her, she knew it. Her body shaking, she was terrified. She never liked to admit it but she knew she was done for. It's what she gets for getting lost in the D.C ruins fumbling with the map on her pipboy. She wasn't paying attention when she bumped into the super mutant while he was an patrol. The ground shook below her as he got closer and the last thing that came to mind was her father. Not lying dead on the ground of the purifier but smiling down at her telling her about her mother. She smiled, content with what was about to happen.

THUMP THUMP THU..

It stopped. It was hear. This was it. She opened her eyes as bullets flew above her straight into the Super Mutants chest right next to her. Faintly hearing the wales of a woman and the crying growl of the mutant. She reached for the ripper and with as much strength as she could muster started it up and plunged it deep into the eyes of the shocked mutant. Blood and saliva coming out of his mouth splashed onto her face as he fell backwards with her on top. The air was knocked out of her and feeling the breathing of the super mutant stop, she passed out.

"It's beautiful daddy!" A little girl exclaimed big eyes staring of into the distance.

"I know sweetheart. It's called a Sunset. It's the universal signal for the day coming to an end." Her dad explained while watching his little girl.

"There is so much water! I've never seen so much before! It looks like it goes on forever. Can I drink it?"

"No honey. That's salt water. Very different from the water we drink, it will only make you sick. Come on sweety I have a surprise for you." He put out his hand with a smile.

"Daddy! You know I don't like surprises!" She huffed crossing her arms.

"I promise you will like this one."

Reluctantly she grabbed his hands and he walked her down to the dock and towards a little row boat waiting patiently for them.

"Here let me help you." He grabbed her under the armpits and she squirmed and kicked under his hands.

"No daddy! What is that thing!" She had this horrified expression and all he could do was chuckle.

"It's alright sweety. Trust dear ol' dad, yeah?"

He set her in the boat and it swayed at the touch of her feet. Scared, she dropped to the groud to better balance herself as the boat rocked back and fourth.

"Daddy I don't like this!"

No response

"Daddy?!" She looked up to find him not there as well as the dock and land. She was alone on the swaying boat.

"DADDY! DADDY! WHERE ARE YOU!" She cried gripping the edge of the boat.

It shook dramatically as she screamed for her dad. The waves began to pick up at the sound of her cry and the boat shook and swayed harder than before. She looked down at the water to see her father's face in the water. She bent down reaching for her dad, arms elbow length into the water.

"DADDY, HELP ME!"

He smiled as the boat tipped over sending the little girl into darkness.