The trio cautiously walks down the road, ignoring the plume of smoke behind them that was once Nipton. They all take one final glance back at the smoldering ruins, Chance and Amy begin talking amongst themselves.

"Chance... do...do you think we could have saved them?"

Chance sternly looks at Amy replying coldly with.

"No. Those people were doomed from the moment the legion set their sights on that shit hole of a town."
"You can't mean that, Chance!"
"I do."
"Are you trying to say the legion is unstoppable?"
"No."
"Then what are you trying to say?"
"All I'm trying to say is-"

Damian interrupts their argument.

"Enough! Both of you shut up!"

Chance and Amy pause mid-conversation, Damian's face showing signs of intense annoyance. Amy speaks up.

"Look, I'm just trying to say-"

Damian again interrupts.

"I know what you are trying to say! I have been listening to you and Chance bitch for the last half of a mile!"
"Bitch? Remember who's in control here, you, you're our prisoner."
"Oh really? I'm your prisoner?"
"Yeah, you belong to us!"
"If I am your prisoner, where are my bindings? Where are the guns you should have trained on me to ensure I do not escape? Better yet, if I am your prisoner, then why the hell do you have me leading you all down the road?"
"Well clearly it's just, we just..."
"Exactly, the truth is, that you all have no clue what to do. You just made enemies with the legion, one of the most dangerous groups in this whole wasteland. You could just kill me, provided that I do not kill you first, but that would not even come close to solving the flurry of problems you have brought upon yourselves by the act of taking me prisoner! Now you are left with three choices, you could just suck it up and we can all move along as friendly acquaintances, we could part ways and all be hunted down by the legion separately,or you could just kill me right here and hope that all your problems will just go away!"

Chance steps forward pulling out a familiar weapon that Damian realized to be the .375 revolver he looted from the body of the older man in a business suit. He looked to his own hip and saw the revolver was not in the makeshift holster of his.

Chance steps forward and puts the barrel under Damian's chin. Damian defiantly stares into the blank face of Chance.

"Go ahead Chance, pull the trigger. End my life and and show your true nature! Do this and you will be no better than the legion itself."
"I am nothing like the legion!"
"Then prove it!"

Chance throws the gun to the ground cursing under his breath as he drags his palms down his face in an attempt to calm himself down. In the meantime Amy watches as Damian casually walks to his revolver, picking it up off the ground and sliding it back into his "holster".

Damian turns to the group watching as Amy helps to calm Chance.

"So have you two made your decision?"

Amy becoming the voice of the two says.

"We will just try and work things out as we go along, provided we don't have any more outburst like this one."

Damian flashes a light smile.

"Good. Now, let us continue on, we need to find something to eat. I for one am starving."

The group continue down the cracked and desolate road in silence until Amy spots a large herd of bighorners.

"Damian! Chance!"

Damian and Chance speak out in unison.

"What?"

Amy points to the herd grazing in a patch of brown weeds, Damian can see at least one that looks like it has enough meat on it to feed all three of them and maybe enough for them to pack up and store for later use.

Damian looks to the group and says.

"I will go first. You two follow about ten feet behind me. Amy I want you to shoot at the one that I hit with my spear. Chance, you go in front of the herd and make sure that our prey does not run past you."

With that they went to action, trusting in the plan of the man whom a mere couple of hours ago they were keeping as a prisoner.

Damian crouched over to the herd which was paying him no mind, most likely they didn't perceive him to be a threat. Then Damian pulls his arm back and flings the spear a few feet forward, striking the largest bighorner in between two of its ribs. The beast twists its head from shock, breaking the spear in half with one of its massive horns, it begins to charge forward but quickly turns back at the site and sound of Chance yelling and stomping like some wild animal himself. As the bighorner turned around retreating from Chance their was a single boom and the animal fell limply to the ground and started to convulse as the last signs of life left its body through a single hole above its left eye.

Damian looks back over his shoulder, seeing Amy still looking down the sights of her rifle, she begins to lower the rifle as she walks towards Damian. She pulls a combat knife from her boot and hands it to Damian.

"You're skinning this one Damian."
"Yes ma'am-err um, Amy."
"See, is it so hard to call me Amy?"
"I suppose not."

Chance walks over to them and asks.

"What are we waiting for over here? There's the kill, so now lets take our lunch and move on."

Chance takes the knife from Damian and walks toward the bighorner corpse, he kneels down by its side and begins the process of cutting away the skin and collecting the edible meat. Damian walks over by his side and asks if he can see the knife when he's done. Chance looks over to Damian with an inquiring look and asks.

"Why do you want it?"
"I want to try and cut out the spearhead, maybe I can fashion it into a knife, or I could just use it to make another spear."
"Lucky for you Damian, I cut the spearhead out first thing, I didnt want the blood residue from that legionnaire you stabbed in the back to contaminate the meat any more than it already did. We are definitely going to have to cook this meat before we eat it."
"First things first though, we need to find a place to set up camp so we can start a fire and prepare the meat we do not eat at this moment for storage."
"Yeah, lets keep moving."

Chance finishes up skinning the bighorner and hands Damian the spearhead. As Damian puts the spearhead in his pocket, Chance begins putting the meat into a burlap sack he removed from one of his cargo pockets. He casually slings the sack over his shoulder and sets off down the road.

Damian examines the corpse of the bighorner one last time before he picks up a brisk pace to catch back up to Chance and Amy.