If you are playing the game Fallout: New Vegas, you can get a follower by the name of Arcade Gannon. He is voiced by Zachary Levi, which is quite awesome and quite similar to the character Chuck except for the sexual orientation part.
I guess people just don't feel like reviewing anymore but it's alright. Thanks for the reviews so far though.
I do not own Chuck or Fallout.
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Chuck, Ellie, and Morgan are traveling west. They finally find a road that is parallel with their path, so they follow it hoping it is safer than out in the middle of nowhere. They pass through a few abandoned houses and a few demolished houses with only some walls remain standing.
"You think we should see if there is anything useful in these houses?" Chuck asks harmlessly.
"Why would there be?" Ellie furrows her brow.
"You mean scavenge? That actually might be a good idea," Morgan concurs with Chuck.
"All we're going to find is some rubble," Ellie argues.
"We do need to find some water and food, but where?" Chuck has no idea where they could find food. In the vault, there were purified water from all water fountains and the food dispensers gave great meals. They are now out in a wasteland that has nothing like that, although they have no idea, they don't think they'll find anything like that.
"Yea we do. Maybe we could find a town somewhere near," Ellie suggests using hope.
"There is still no proof humans are alive out here," Morgan complains smugly, thinking he is right no matter how much he wants to be wrong.
"If my parents came from out here, then there must be people somewhere," Chuck argues.
"I know but we've been walking for hours and all we've seen are broken houses and tumbleweed."
"We'll find something soon. I promise," Chuck tells him just to stop the argument.
"Look!" Ellie points off into the distance ahead of them. Chuck and Morgan squint their eyes to try to focus on the buildings off in the distance. "Those are buildings. People have to live there!"
"Those are buildings!" Chuck's eyes widen as he concurs with Ellie. "You're probably right, Ellie! You see Morgan? I told you," Chuck grins widely at Morgan.
"You're right. Which is better than me being right in the current situation," Morgan returns a grin back.
They pick up their pace slightly, hoping to see friendly humans. They don't know what could be ahead of them and the only weapon they have is police baton.
There is a giant sign above a gate that reads Jacobstown. They arrive outside the gate, where a man is standing in a ten foot tower. When he notices them, his eyes widen as he notices the vault jumpsuits. He drops down from his tower and greets them.
"You come from a vault?" The man asks. Dirt lightly sprinkles his tan skin and his combat helmet is too large and slumps slightly to his eyebrows.
"Yes!" Ellie says, ecstatic to see human life outside the vault.
"It's great to see another human," Chuck muses. The man laughs hard as he clutches his assault rifle harmlessly to contain himself. The vault dwellers' eyes dart to the gun fearfully.
"Well, I'm Watchguard Rodgers. Call me Mike," the man introduces himself with half his mouth raised in a grin at Chuck's comment.
"Hi Mike, I'm Ellie. This is Chuck and Morgan."
"Good to meet you. You know those other two who came by here not too long ago?"
"Who?" Chuck asks, thinking it must be their parents.
"What was his name," Mike muses while snapping his fingers. "Steph. Stephan?"
"Stephen?" Ellie asks.
"Yea, that's it. He said he was on his way west. Didn't talk too much. He seemed a bit eccentric. Had a woman with him. Probably a wife or great friend."
"So they headed west?" Ellie asks.
"Yep, that's what he told me. Maybe some people in town know more. Try Farguson's Bar. They seemed to like that place."
"Thank you so much."
"Yea, no problem. It's always the same with the vault dwellers," Mike smiles. "Let me tell you the basics of surviving out here." They all nod there heads. "First of all, don't trust anyone with your life. Not everyone is as nice as me," he laughs and they smile cautiously. "Another thing is get some armor and guns. There is no real law out here, well there's the NCR but they don't do shit."
"NCR?" Morgan asks.
"New California Republic. They deem themselves as the 'law enforcement' but that is bullshit. They don't care about anything but themselves. Just looking for the next way to make caps and further their power."
"Caps?"
Mike laughs heavily. "Right… You guys were taught about that old paper shit, huh? Well, the currency around here is bottle caps. You can find them anywhere really and when you drink a Nuka-Cola or Sarsparilla, that's a cap right there."
"That's odd," Chuck muses.
"This whole shit is odd, man. Who knows what is what anymore. Just watch yourself in the wastelands and don't let anyone push you around. People around here don't give a shit about anyone but themselves and will stab you in the back if you drop your guard."
Chuck and Morgan both swallow loudly. Mike chuckles at their nervous expressions of widened eyes and stretched lower lips. "Is there anywhere to get food and water?" Ellie asks, thinking about their survival more than the search for their parents.
"There ain't none of that vault shit you're used to. Dirty, irradiated water and disgusting meat is what you better get used to. Here, take these and get yourself some food and water. I know I shouldn't be doing this, giving you the wrong idea and such, but you seem like some cool people." His real reason is because it is too often that he finds out about these vault dwellers fail in surviving and ending up raped and murdered or worse as a slave to raiders or other disgusting assholes.
"Thank you Mike," Ellie smiles, which gives him butterflies. "Where can we get a place to sleep?"
"There's a halfway home in there where you can sleep for free, if you get a bed in time. That's where the homeless usually end up. Then there is also Jake's motel. He's a nice guy and all and may comp you a night seeing how people rarely come by here. Oh yea, you can get some food from Michelle's buffet. All you can eat on crappy food. You cannot complain."
"Thank you for helping us so much. We're going to check everything out inside," Ellie says as she heads in.
"Thanks for the survival tips," Chuck nods.
"Yea, no problem," Mike heads back to his tower post.
Chuck, Ellie, and Morgan head inside and check out the area. They head straight to Michelle's to get some food. The food is odd, but not horrible tasting. Chuck preferred the Brahmin steak as it was the closest to normal steak as possible. Ellie enjoyed the soup because the thought of eating all these animals like squirrels, dogs, and rats was too much on her conscious. Morgan enjoyed the iguana on the stick the most. It had a crunchy, sweet flavor that he really enjoyed. After filling up on food and water, they headed to the bar to see if anyone knows about their parents. People kept giving them odd looks and Chuck came to the conclusion that it is because they are in bright blue and yellow vault suits.
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Sarah finally makes it about five miles away from the vault. She has been traveling non-stop, only halting for food, water and sleep. She comes upon a small settlement called Jacobstown. It is rounding ten in the night and she needs to call it a night. She decides that this town would be a good place to stay.
She heads inside after greeting Mike, the Watchguard. She rents a room at Jake's motel. He was a very nice guy. She decides to hit the bar and relax a little.
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Chuck, Ellie, and Morgan sit at the bar, getting strange looks from everyone. There is this burly man next to Chuck at the bar. He grunts in amusement, seeing three vault losers as he calls them. Chuck looks at him in bewilderment. He doesn't want to get too much attraction but the suits are like a target on their backs.
"What can I get you?" The bartender asks.
"Water, if you got that," Chuck answers.
"Not the shit you're used to but yea, we got it," the bartender sighs with a laugh and a half smirk.
"How bout you?" The bartender asks the burly man.
"I'll take another whiskey," the burly man answers with a hoarse, masculine voice.
"Is that such a good idea?" Ellie asks the burly man. Chuck, in fear of getting killed, darts his eyes at her and scowls.
"Beats vodka," the man laughs. "Already dreading life outside the vault?" Everyone could tell they are fresh from the vault because of their spotless suits and clean faces.
"Not really. We're actually looking for two people who left the vault last night," Chuck responds carefully.
"Yea, they came by yesterday. Said something about changing the world. Ha!" The burly man waves his hands in the air like a crazy person.
"You have a name?" Ellie asks.
"The name's Casey," the burly man answers.
"He's Chuck. I'm Ellie. And this is Morgan," Ellie introduces them.
"A word of advice," Casey turns his head, "get rid of those suits. You stick out like a super mutant in a, a, well anywhere."
"Super mutant?" Morgan asks with raised eyebrows.
"If you're unlucky enough to survive long enough, you'll probably run into those nasty fuckers. They don't die easily and they sure as hell don't play nice."
"We should be careful," Chuck muses.
"Yea you should," Casey agrees with a chuckle.
"Nice weapon," Chuck notices his handgun in his holster.
"Eyeing my piece, kid?" Casey quips as he un-holsters it and waves it around to show it off.
"What? No, just curious to know where I could get one for protection," Chuck stammers in fear and embarrassment.
"Ha! You're going to need more than a customized USP .45. I got a unique grip on this baby. I don't go anywhere without it but I prefer an M4 rifle when out in the wasteland."
"You sound like you've been around the area plenty of times," Chuck muses.
"I used to be an NCR Ranger. Used to be one of the top marksmen until I quit not too long ago."
"Why'd you quit?" Ellie asks.
"I have enough blood on my hands. Killing innocents. I just don't do it."
"They wanted you to kill innocents?"
"They expected me to take out a family because they knew about the NCR's plan to take over the power plant. Who cares who knew about it?"
"Are the NCR good or bad then?" Morgan asks.
"Mostly good. I don't mean to dock my old unit but they aren't pure saints."
"So what do you do now?" Chuck asks.
"Drink, mostly," Casey raises his glass mockingly toasting. "Sometimes go out on a scavenge hunt for some extra caps."
"How well do you know New Angeles?"
"Like an enemy in my scopes," Casey lays back on his stool.
"Would you mind escorting us there?" Ellie asks.
"Ha! I need some incentive to be your personal guide. Whiskey's expensive, if you catch my drift," Casey stirs the minimal amount left in his glass.
"We don't have any caps. Is there any other way?" Chuck asks, really hoping to get this badass ex-ranger to help them out.
"Sorry, money is everything these days," Casey does actually enjoy the chat, but escorting them is just too risky without the right amount of money.
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Sarah walks into Farguson's Bar and the stench of desolation tingles her nose. She doesn't mind as she looks over at the bar, something catching her eyes. Three people are sitting there with Vault 6 suits on, a tall curly haired man, a brunette woman, and a short scruffy man. That is the vault she is heading to. Maybe these people can help her find out about these people. She sees a burly man next to them. He looks familiar, but she can't tell without seeing a face. She walks up to Chuck and taps him on the shoulder.
"Hell—" Chuck turns in his seat and his voice fades as his jaw drops at the sight of the beautiful blonde. Her face is delicate with her golden hair brushed behind her right ear and her sapphire eyes are so dreamy. She has a few specks of dirt that give her a sexy toughness that tells you she isn't some floozy or slut but a woman who can take care of herself. Sarah has never gotten that reaction before and stretches one side of her mouth in a grin.
"Did you guys come from Vault 6?" Sarah asks all three of them, clearly seeing Chuck's incapacitation.
"Walker," Casey grunts as he lifts his empty glass and turns in his stool.
"Casey? What are you doing here?" Sarah asks with raised eyebrows.
"This is now my humble abode. I quit a week back."
"You both know each other?" Ellie asks. Chuck finally regains his composure as he smiles brightly at Sarah, like seeing her is such a treat.
"We worked on a couple missions together. One of the best snipers I've seen," Sarah replies.
"So I've heard," Casey quips. "What's Graham's golden girl doing in the middle of nowhere?"
"The usual," she turns to the vault dwellers. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Sarah," she puts her hand out to Chuck first, being the one on the left.
"Hi, I'm uh Chuck," Chuck stutters slightly as he shakes her hand. He is very nervous and Sarah thinks he is kind of cute when he's nervous. But a man is the last thing on her list. "Oh!" Chuck jumps out of his daze after getting an odd look from Sarah for shaking her hand for ten seconds. "This is Ellie and this is Morgan."
"Hi," Sarah smiles genuinely at both of them. "Did you guys come from Vault 6?"
"Yes we did, why?" Ellie asks.
"Do you know two scientists, Stephen and Mary?"
"Those are our parents!" Ellie's eyes widen.
"Parents?" Sarah is flabbergasted with raised eyebrows and widened eyes.
"We're both Bartowski's," Chuck informs her. "Why are you looking for them?"
"The NCR needs their help."
"Do you know where they are?"
"I was hoping you would," Sarah's getting confused. Why would they be asking that question if they left the vault?
"They left the vault yesterday. We followed. Now we're looking for them," Ellie explains.
"Shit!" Sarah squeezes her eyes shut as she looks away. "Do you know where they went?"
"I think they're going towards New Angeles," Chuck informs her.
"Alright, thanks," Sarah turns to leave before Chuck stops her.
"Wait!" Chuck hollers. Sarah turns around with a blank expression. "We can group up and find them together."
"No offense, but you don't look too handy with a firearm," Sarah studies him with her eyes and a scowl on her face.
"That's why we want to group up. We have no chance out there without someone to help. Please…" Chuck pleads with puppy dog eyes. "It's our parents." Sarah doesn't know what it is, but she feels like she would be betraying this guy if she didn't say yes to him. She has never been affected by begging before, so she concludes it is just hard after seeing so many wasteland virgins get killed or enslaved by some assholes.
"I need all the details on your parents then," Sarah rolls her eyes as she steps back up to Chuck.
"Awesome!" Chuck cheers and Sarah giggles slightly. She can't remember the last time she giggled. Chuck's enthusiasm isn't something seen very often in the wasteland and she tells herself that is the reason for the giggle.
"Casey, you still want to join?" Ellie asks. Casey stands there, pondering the idea.
"Casey, we could really use you. You're just sitting here getting drunk. That is no way for a former Ranger… First Recon," Sarah explains, hoping to convince him. First Recon is the best of the best who are known for being able to snipe from 800 yards away.
"Fuck!" Casey slams his empty glass on the bar and looks at the ceiling. "You make a good point." Chuck smiles brightly. "When do we leave?"
"We move out tomorrow. I already have a room at the motel. If you're going to be accompanying me, get rid of those bulls-eye suits," Sarah informs them and hands them enough caps to buy some new clothing. Their eyes widen at the amount, being more than Mike had given them.
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The next morning, everyone groups up in front of the entrance of the town. Chuck, Ellie, and Morgan are all wearing a plain shirt and some pants; pretty much whatever they could get from the general store. The vault suits actually sold for a considerable amount. Casey is wearing his tan NCR Ranger armor and a backpack. He has his modified M4 rifle with a scope that can turn night vision on and off and a custom barrel that makes the bullet fire faster and stronger, and his trusty sidearm. Sarah is wearing a thin black leather armor that gives her protection and flexibility and has her beloved colt 1911 pistol her dad once found and treasured with modifications and cleanliness.
"Got any guns?" Sarah asks the vault dwellers.
"No, we don't," Chuck answers. "Should we?"
"You should always have one or two… or six," Casey replies crooking his head.
"Where can we get one?" Morgan asks.
"Lets go to Jed's Weaponry," Sarah takes them into a store.
"Welcome to Jed's!" Jed exclaims. "How can I help you today?"
"Just need some weapons for my friends. What do you think?" Sarah asks. Jed eyes all three of them up and down.
"Don't look like they've been in the wastes too long. Probably afraid to shoot a radroach," Jed jokes with a heavy laugh.
"Radroach?" Chuck asks with a furrowed brow.
"Those giant cockroaches," Sarah informs him.
"I killed one of those with this baton here," Chuck flaunts it around to show everyone.
"That's not something to be proud of," Casey lowers Chuck's arm as Chuck looks away embarrassed.
"I think a few pistols like these," Jed waves his hand over his collection for everyone to see. There is a selection of four pistols.
"Take these three," Casey picks them up and inspects them. "More accurate. Less recoil."
"Good choices. That would be four hundred caps," Jed informs them. The vault dwellers' eyes widen.
"We're gonna need some ammo too," Casey informs Sarah while still making sure the guns work fine.
"We'll take nine clips then," Sarah grabs them up and hands three to each vault dweller.
"Five hundred it is," Jed exclaims as Sarah pulls out her pouch of caps.
"Five hundred?" Chuck's eyes widen with his mouth agape. "We don't even have twenty on us!" Sarah smirks sneakily with only half her face as she hands over the caps. All the vault dwellers' eyes watch intently as the caps transfer to another person.
"Here you go," Sarah smiles at Jed as he takes the caps.
"Thank you and feel free to spread the word about my wares!" Jed hollers as they leave.
"People will do anything for attention," Sarah chides as everyone now has a weapon.
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They head out with Sarah guiding all of them. Casey is on scouting duty, surveying the area around them for any enemies. The three vault dwellers are directly behind Sarah, following her obediently. Chuck's eyes are glued to Sarah. He is very curious to know about her. Who is Sarah Walker? He asks himself as his eyes rest on her ass, unknowingly.
Each cheek moving in perfect harmony of her footsteps and each contraction lifts them gently. After a few minutes, Chuck realizes his eyes have been on her ass for a while now and felt a flush of embarrassment, although no one noticed.
Chuck really wants to know who she is though. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. She is a type of police or something. She doesn't look a day older than eighteen. Chuck inconspicuously quickens his pace so he can be next to Sarah.
"Hi," he smiles brightly towards her.
"Hey," she answers nonchalantly, glancing at him quickly with a small smile.
"So what are you?" Chuck asks, curiosity getting the best of him. She raises an eyebrow and stares at him like he's crazy. Chuck notices and clarifies, "occupation-wise."
"Oh," she laughs slightly, "I fix situations for the NCR."
"Can you be anymore cryptic?"
"I go undercover and persuade enemy factions to conform to the NCR way," Sarah clarifies carefully not to go into as much detail.
"So, you're like a spy?" Chuck's voice rises in hopeful excitement.
"I guess so," Sarah crooks her head in thought.
"That is so cool!" Chuck exclaims with a fist pump with both hands. Sarah has never genuinely smiled so often with the world being as shitty as it is now. She enjoys the enthusiasm her new companion shows.
"Looks like Chuck has a crush," Ellie whispers to Morgan comically. They both laugh. Chuck looks back to see them snickering secretively with their hands over their mouths. He darts them with his eyes and mouths 'what?' He turns back around to ignore them.
"So what does the NCR want with my parents?" Chuck asks Sarah.
"They believe they can fix the world, so to speak," Sarah answers apathetically.
"You don't sound hopeful."
"It is ridiculous to believe two people can create a device that makes grasslands appear instantly," Sarah argues with her hands in front of her. "No offense to your parents."
"No problem. That's what they think my parents could do?"
"Yea," she shakes her head in indifference.
"So, how close are we?"
"Do you ever stop with the questions?" Sarah asks with pure curiosity as her voice is louder than she wanted. Chuck feels blown off as Sarah didn't mean it as he was annoying because she has never talked to anyone so interested in everything.
"Sorry," Chuck shies away and averts his gaze from Sarah. "I just wanted to say thank you for all this," he mumbles and his smile turns into a sad frown as he looks at his own feet and slowly falls behind to stay out of her way.
Sarah feels bad now. She has never dealt with someone so fascinated about her or anything for that matter. It was always a cheesy come on or trying to get information. She forgot that they are from a vault and have no idea what's out there. She is having a dilemma, wondering if she should say sorry or just keep going. She turns around with a bright smile on her face.
"Chuck?" She asks sincerely. His lowered head shoots up fast enough to hurt his neck. His smile is ear to ear. "Can I ask you something?" He scurries to her side with his smile just as big. "What's it like living in vault?"
"You've never met someone who came from a vault?" Chuck asks.
"I have. They're just usually dead or dying."
"Oh, sorry," Chuck stretches his lower lip in awkwardness. "Well, it is way different. I mean there is no sun and all the water and food is clean. I guess it is kind of annoying being cooped up in a small space, but there were music tapes and movies."
"What are movies?"
"Movies? You've never heard of them?" He asks in total surprise. She narrows her eyes, thinking he is insulting her. "Sorry. They are like records of people acting that have a story."
"Like a theater?"
"Exactly, but these are recorded acts that you can watch anytime."
"Sounds cool," Sarah smirks, seeing how happy Chuck is now.
"I have a video on here if you want to see it," he points to his pip-boy.
"Sure," she smiles. He crosses his left arm across his body and in front of her so he is walking sideways almost. She holds onto his arm gently to keep it level and his hairs raise and he shivers slightly at her tantalizing touch. After the short video, she releases his arm. "That was amazing," Sarah exclaims, never seeing anything like that.
Chuck wants to reply with 'not as amazing as you' but keeps his inner thoughts quiet. "Yes it was," he sighs with the double entendre purposely. "This pip-boy can do some crazy things. It even has a map on it."
"That could be useful. Great, I've never got use one of those before."
"When we stop for a rest, I'll let you play around with it. I'm not even sure what the capabilities are, but it can do a lot."
"Sounds good. Are you hungry or thirsty?"
"A bit hungry, but I can wait." Chuck answers as Sarah nods. After a few seconds, Chuck speaks up again. "I really did want to thank you for all of this."
"It's no problem really."
"It is a problem. You've spent your hard earned money for our guns and clothing. If you ever need a favor, just let me know."
"You shouldn't be so trusting out here."
"You're the third person to say that and the third person to be nice to me. I'm starting to think people just say that to keep my expectations low," he quips.
"Really? I guess you found a lucky few people out here."
"I am definitely lucky to have met a few people," he smiles brightly at her, obviously talking about her. She smiles back at him.
"Hold up," Casey halts everyone. "We have some movement up ahead. Looks like a few wild Brahmin."
"We could strip them for meat," Sarah suggests.
"Good idea," Casey nods. "Lets move in." They shorten the distance to find three wild Brahmin mowing around aimlessly.
"Casey," Sarah orders him sincerely, "get some firewood. I'm going to teach them how to shoot a gun." Casey nods and disembarks from the team. "Alright, I want you to shoot it… in the head preferably, Chuck."
"What?" Chuck has never killed anything in his life except for that damn radroach.
"It isn't that hard. Just aim your gun at the head and fire," Sarah directs him calmly. Chuck looks at her with a furrowed brow and a slight frown on his face. "Here," she comes up behind him and places her arms along his, showing him how to aim the gun. "You alright?" She asks after feeling a major shiver in his whole body.
"Just never been touched by such a beautiful girl before," he answers before he knows what he just said. He scrunches his lips in embarrassment as she giggles slightly. "Sorry."
"That was sweet," she breathes onto his neck, only making him shiver more. "Aim the gun," her voice is filled with laughter as she raises his arms and aims the handgun for him. "Breath slowly and when you breath out, fire the weapon with two hands on the gun."
Chuck aims the gun with Sarah's arms along his and her chest against his back, making it hard for him to concentrate. "Alright…" he drawls as he starts to breathe slowly.
"Don't want to lose your thumb," she informs him. She slides his thumb down so it isn't on the slide of the gun.
"What?" He asks worriedly as he looks back at her with fear in his eyes.
"I'm joking," she smiles to diffuse his worry. "Just make sure not to have your thumb above the grip."
"Okay," he fixes his right thumb below the grip.
"Just one shot in the face should do it and don't worry about morals or anything. Survival is necessary," she informs him. He starts to squint his eyes and she could see his cheeks contract to close his eyes. "Don't close your eyes. You need to see what you're shooting," she laughs into his neck, causing warm breath to warm his shoulder and neck.
He aims his gun while trembling, having never taken a life before. The iron sights of the pistol are peering onto the Brahmin's head. He narrows his left eye as he aims with his right hand.
BANG!
The gun goes off as he squeezes the trigger. The bullet pierces the Brahmin's cheek and the animal falls to the ground lifeless.
"Great job!" Sarah exclaims as she shakes Chuck's shoulders gently.
"I did it!" Chuck jumps up and down in glee.
"Good job Chuck," Ellie cheers him on.
"That was sick!" Morgan joins in the happy occasion. "My turn next!"
"Alright," Sarah directs Morgan to aim at the next Brahmin. "Use the same tips I gave Chuck." Chuck feels a wave of jealousy as a scowl overtakes his happy expression and he backs away. Ellie can see the jealousy but disregards it.
Morgan misses the Brahmin and it freaks out and starts to run away before Sarah whips out her gun quickly and cripples it's hind legs so it can't move. Morgan finally kills it with a shot to the face, assassin-style; standing over the animal.
"Nice buddy," Chuck smiles, never being able to be angry at his best friend who left his parents and the sanctity of the vault for him.
"I'm getting a hang of it," Morgan exclaims with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Ellie?" Sarah asks if she is ready to kill the last Brahmin.
"No, no," Ellie protests with her hands up. "I can't kill a helpless animal."
"Trust me," Sarah laughs, "nothing is helpless unless it's dead."
"Ellie, Sarah's right," Chuck concurs. "We need to learn the basics of survival."
"It's the closest thing to beef too," Sarah smirks with one cheek higher than the other.
"Fine," Ellie pouts as she has Sarah help her shoot. Sarah steps behind Ellie and helps her aim the gun. Morgan's jaw drops and Chuck could have sworn he saw drool drip out.
"Really?" Chuck closes Morgan's mouth from under his chin. Morgan smiles childishly from ear to ear the rest of Ellie's training. Ellie, using her 'surgeon' hands to get a perfect kill right through the eye.
"Nice shot," Sarah muses.
"Natural born killer," Chuck jokes as Ellie looks frightened. He lays his hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
"This part isn't so fun to watch," Sarah informs them as she pulls out a combat knife. Ellie is more fascinated than anything else, to Sarah's surprise. It's about the closest she's gotten to surgery since someone stabbed themselves with a knife a few years back in the vault. Chuck immediately sees this as a chance to charm Sarah.
"You need any help?" He asks with a big smile.
"I've done this plenty of times, but here," she hands him a secondary combat knife. He looks at the knife, lost in oblivion of what to do. She notices and lays her hand on his shoulder comfortably. "Just remove the skin with as little meat on it as possible." He smiles at her with uncertainty. "You'll get a hang of it," she chuckles slightly.
After the skinning, Sarah's side is smoothly done with very little meat on the skin. Chuck's side was erratic and jagged with ounces of meat still left on the skin. She glances at his side with raised eyebrows.
"Practice makes perfect," he quips and Sarah smiles at him.
"That is quite true," she agrees as she turns her head sideways in thought. "You start on that next one and I'll cut out some meat from this one."
A loud crash interrupts Sarah and Chuck a few minutes later. They both turn around to see Casey standing over several pieces of wood. "Got some wood, how's the carving going?" He asks.
"Well," Sarah answers quickly.
"Well?" Chuck asks in disbelief. "This is hard to do." Sarah and Casey both laugh.
"Wasteland virgins," Casey muses as he hands Morgan his knife to help Sarah and Morgan. Ellie steals the knife from Morgan and starts carving. Casey raises an eyebrow, surprised that the woman wants to get dirty. Morgan could care less as he stares at Ellie's ass as she kneels over the dead Brahmin. "I saw a small pond over there. I'll gather some water and we could purify it with a fire."
"Thanks Casey," Sarah smiles. She knows Casey isn't someone who likes company other than his Ranger buddies, but he is doing quite well with such ignorant unknowing people as vault dwellers.
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I hope people are enjoying this and not wondering what the hell is going on with the whole new universe and such.
Action is coming. I know this was more of a bonding chapter, but I had to establish the characters.
Please review with any obsessions from the game or complications that you would love to see the gang (sounds so Scooby-Doo-ish to say) go through. I have no idea where I'm taking this, but I hope all is well.
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