So third chapter uh. Please read and review. Also if there are grammar or spelling mistakes im sorry. Enjoy!

Nora gnawed on a grilled radroach from her perch atop the robotics disposal ground building. It was an old dump just south of Sanctuary Hills that Nora had become rather fond of. Everything there was from the old times and made her feel nostalgic.

She had rebooted an old sentry bot and now he patrolled the grounds around the building.

She highly doubted anyone would come looking for her here but she like the protection all the same.

Dogmeat was asleep next to her, happily full and unaware of their predicament.

Even as she chewed, Nora felt the familiar warmth of radioactivity in her core. Here she was, at the end of the world, being watched over by a robot while eating giant roach flesh, being hunted by nightmare creatures. Just more things she never imagined she would be used to.

Nora leaned back and looked toward the sky that was never so clear in her time. Her rage had simmered into an ache that had become a swirling pool of malice in her heart. A plan was starting to form in her mind, cruel beyond measure, but no less than what those traitorous bastards deserved.

Nora hated killing, its was not in her nature. She wasn't born into war, had never acclimated to bloodshed. But she had found it to be a necessity. The Commonwealth was an Us vs Them society and if they threatened her life then they deserved to die.

But she didnt want to think about that kind of thing right then. She wanted to watch the stars and imagine better times. In her mind she played out a scene where she and Nate and Shawn were all laying in the backyard pointing out constellations. Shawn was older, looking like the synth clone down in the institute, but it was comforting none the less. Nora had drifted off before she even realized it.

The sound off rapid gunfire startled her awake.

"What the hell?" she shouted as she sprang up.

A little bit way, her robotic guard was engaging a pack of feral ghouls. Each of their warped faces was twisted in mindless rage while their clawed hands slashed at the mechs armour. They darted around like humming birds, flecks of pus and blood spattering with every move.

Of all the creatures of the wasteland, Nora hated ferals the most.

"I didnt want to have to use my bullets so soon." Nora grumbled as she reloaded the gun she warmly called the Ghoul Slayer. She raised her arm and targeted the monsters. A 10mm round burst each one of their heads in succession, littering the forest grounds with gore.

Her time in the wasteland had dramatically improved her accuracy, in fact, it was like she became stronger with every enemy she killed.

"How you doing over there?" Nora called out to the sentry robot. He was a little scratched up and a bit down on ammo, but overall still functioning.

"I am operational."

Good to hear Nora thought as she hopped down from the roof. Nothing like a battle to wake you up in the morning.

"Protect this place until i get back, ok?" Nora gathered up her necessary supplies and headed out, not even waiting for the robot's reply. She didn't needed to, unlike humans and humanoid robots, her sentry bot could be relied on.

Dogmeat followed at Nora's heels as she set out to put her plan into motion.

The first thing she wanted to do was give McCready his toy soldier doll back. Its not that she didnt like it or want McCready to have such an important and sentimental item back. It was just that it made her feel guilty for some reason when she looked at it. And she couldn't bring herself to destroy it, after all it did mean something to her, and so she would give it back to its original owner.

It was a safe bet that McCready would head back to Goodneighbor at some point but so would Hancock. Hancock was particularly pissed off at her and would probably put a kill order out on her to all of Goodneighbor. Nora had to get there before he did otherwise she would never get past the front gate.

"Can you believe that prick said he would cut my throat the next time he saw me!" Nora complained to Dogmeat. "After everything i did for him."

Dogmeat simple barked in reply.

'Thank god for the Institute' She imputed the coordinates of the town and the teleporter in her Pip-Boy rocketed her across the ruins of Boston. She was at the main gate in an instant.

Nora pushed open the door and considered it a small miracle she was not gunned down immediately. No one seemed to know anything was amiss. KL-E-O made her usual flirts and the guards were unhelpful.

He must not have gotten back yet...perfect.

She strutted into the Third Rail and greeted Ham kindly. After all, it was probably the last time she would she him. She resolved to say goodbye to everyone before they all came to hate her.

Whitechapel Charlie was there making drinks and snide comments like always.

"Hey, I'll pay you 500 caps to give something to someone for me."

"For that much I'll do anything you say love." Charlie said jovially.

"When you see McCready, give this to him. No matter what." Nora took out the wooden doll and placed it in a compartment in Charlie's chassis. It was the safest place she could leave it.

"And tell him that he should have believed in me."

The next hour or so was spent chatting and saying goodbye to the mild acquaintances of Goodneighbor. After that it was finding a place in the financial district in which to watch the return of Hancock. Nora camped out on a freeway bridge at a gunner outpost. She had made quick work of the Gunners stationed there and had collected all the loot she wanted. And this was the kind of thing that made her companions turn on her? How absurd.

It was near dawn the next day that Hancock pushed open the front door. He looked worse for wear and upset. Nora couldn't see the ghouls face but she wished she could.

"How does it feel to be alone?" Nora whispered aloud. But he wasn't alone like she was, at least he had friends in Goodneighbor, she had no one. The urge to snipe him welled up inside her. It would be so easy, she could have to two bullets shot off before they even knew what was happening. But it was not time for that, not just yet.

Nora watched with dismay as the people she spoken with kindly only a day ago were told of her so called "atrocities" and ordered to kill her on sight.

Just another place lost to her.

But she didnt have to time to feel sorry for herself. She had a mission and it had to be done quickly.

Next stop, the Institute.

So what did you think? Do you like where the story is going? Let me know! Much love...