To Blaze, every minute felt like an hour. She has been walking through the wasteland for 30 minutes now, and noticed a house in incredible condition, and walked up to it. She nocked on the door to see if the building was already in someone's possession, entering unfamiliar places is a very good way of getting killed. One the other side of the door she heard foots, that a person fiddling with the door handle. The door opened to an old woman, with short grey hair of shoulder length, wearing the average clothing of a wasteland settler. She looked down at the girl, most likely wondering why a 8 year old was wondering around the wasteland all by herself. Blaze took a deep breath, and quickly said, "Hi, my name's Blaze, and some soldiers killed my parents, and we have some family friends in Megaton so I was going to ask them for help, but the trip is taking longer than I expected, and on the way I noticed this house, and I was wondering if I could stay here until the morning, and I thought…", "Whoa! Slow down, sweetheart!" The old woman interrupted with a loud, but friendly voice. She had a bit of an ascent, as well. "You could'a just asked for a place to stay, don't need your life story to convince me." Blaze was surprised by the sudden interruption,
"D-does that mean I can s-stay?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
"Thank you, thank you very much!"
Blaze said with both happiness, and excitement, and hugged the woman around the stomach, barely being able to reach, taking the woman by surprise, quickly releasing her, recalling that this is still very much a stranger. "So, what's your name anyway?" said the woman, as they walked in to the house.
"My name is Blaze."
"Blaze? What a strange name. I like it. My name's Silver."
For the rest of the evening the two females, discussed everything, sharing their life stories, and interest, and had helped Blaze but her long brown hair into pig tails.
In the morning, Blaze left. Before hand Silver had given her extra clothing, water, rad-away, first aid, and food. Blaze assumed that Silver must like her at lest a little for her to give her so many supplies but not enough to watch her leave, sadly.
And the journey continues.
