More fucking days after leaving the Capital Wasteland
This…It's a Brahmin load of crap. The bitch didn't want to leave. Couldn't believe my nonexistent luck! No. I wouldn't resort to begging. No begging. Please.
I'm stuck cussing at the top of my lungs at ghouls as I fought them bare-fisted. Was it insane that I started fist fighting ghouls? There was no other way I could vent my frustrations.
Caught sight of Adrian. I considered hiding but my similarly non-existing eating habits made me clumsy.
"Want to stick around?" he said as he came up to me, his voice smooth and sleek. There was a hint of a smile on his face. "We could get through this swamp together."
"What do I get out of it?"
"Whatever you want," he answered.
"I'll kill what you want killed." But that's it. Adrian reached out and brushed ghoulcrap of my cheek. I didn't really care about being clean anymore. But I didn't like this person touching me.