Our basic urges drive us to do irrational things, more so than any other form of desire. They connect to us at a deeper level, to our human nature.

Kennedy's lust drove him to leave his current home with no food, no water, no caps, and no protection. The young man had heard stories of Vault 69, usually from the more sleazy men of the wastes. There was some sort of issue when people were being sent into the vault, and it ended up having a countless amount of women living inside, and no men at all. Logically, if this were true, all of the women should have died out by now, but Kennedy wasn't the brightest person in the irradiated desert. And if a map was promising him the location of this vault, a place with women who haven't seen a man in countless years, he would follow the map to the ends off the earth.

Yet if Kennedy had taken the time to prepare, perhaps he would have been ready to defend himself when crossing a particularly dangerous overpass. Perhaps he would have been able to fend off the three men, each wearing armor made of scrap metals and cloths held together with leather straps, who had all at once surrounded him.

"Now look over here, Jimmies," said one of the men, "we got ourselves a wanderer. You lost, kid?" The man pulled out a rusty, blood stained knife, and sauntered over to his latest victim.

Kennedy, who had never before been without some form of guardian in his life, was unable to bring himself to fight or flee.

"N-n-now lis-, um, listen. I don't, uh, I don't want any trouble."

The man suddenly broke into a sprint, and slammed Kennedy to the ground. Before the boy could get back up, the man clenched his hand around the travelers neck, and held him down.

"Looks like you've just found some trouble."

The man looked back at his two companions. Jimmies, the more unstable looking one, was jumping in glee, as if this was all some sort of game. The other simply watched, his face showing a slight annoyance to it.

"What should I do to him, Jimmies? Cut off his ugly mug?"
Jimmies squealed in delight. "Yeah yeah yeah! Cut his mug off!" he cried

"Just kill this guy, Tom, and take his shit already," said the third man, breaking his silence.

"Alright, Jill Koy, I'm just trying to have a little fun." Tom held his knife to the boy's neck.

Kennedy squirmed, screamed, cried, but the brute would not release his grasp.

"P-p-please don't k-k-kill me! I j-j-just wanna get to Vault 69!"

A look of surprise popped onto Tom's face, and he quickly pulled the knife away from Kennedy's neck.

"Vault 69? You're shitting me, right? The vault full of whores?

"What? No, no, I'm not shitting you! I found it, I think, look at the machine, it's a map!"

"You can't be serious," yelled Jill Koy, "he'll just run the away! Kill him!"

Tom continued to hold Kennedy's neck, but used his free hand to pick up the device that Kennedy still grasped tightly in his hand.

"Holy shit, this is real! How the hell did you get this, kid?"

Suddenly, Tom yelped in pain as a bullet flew through hand, causing him to drop the machine, release Kennedy, and take hold of his injury. A towering body in what appeared to be a suit of armor approached the group.

"Hand over the device and nobody gets hurt."

"A little too late for that, asshole!" yelled Tom, as he tried to contain the blood flowing from his hand. Kennedy, too frightened for his own life, didn't try to protect his map, and Jill Koy was intelligent enough to know when his life was at risk. Jimmies, however, didn't have any sense of self preservation.

He ran towards the armored man, swinging his steal pipe widely, and was shot right between the eyes.

Without a word, the armored one took the map, and walked away.

For some time, the remaining three stayed on the overpass. Jill Koy attending to his companion's wound, and Kennedy too terrified to run away.

"That fucker killed Jimmies! I liked that crazy mother fucker!" cried Tom. "All for that stupid map!"

"Just calm down Tom, it's over now. We'll head into town and, I don't know, drink in his name or something."

"No way, Jill Koy, we gotta find that vault now. We know the thing's legit, that fucking tin can killed Jimmies for it."

"Tom, that's stupid. We don't even have the map anymore, and you know just as well as I do that we're not gonna walk up to that guy and get it back."

"It's what Jimmies would have wanted. Besides, we got the kid here. You'll help us find the vault, right kid? I wouldn't want to just kill you instead, and waste a perfectly good whore finder."

Kennedy's urge to live made the answer obvious.

"Yeah! Sure! Ok! Just don't kill me, alright!?"

A sinister grin grew on Tom's face.
"Good, let's head into town and celebrate our new friend here with some drinks."