Note: Well hello, wonderful denizens of the internet! My name is MultiHydralisk, and I must say it's a pleasure to meet you all! It's remarkable how long I had been coming to this site and reading stories without an account, and how much longer it took me after creating one to finally submit something. What finally drove me to action? The story you are about to indulge in was set to be abandoned by it's previous owner, Worldwalker14. "No," I said to myself. "This will not do at all." I saw the beginnings of a truly wonderful story that I didn't want to see destroyed, so I took it upon myself to adopt it from Worldwalker14. I hope to live up to the expectations raised by the original readers of this story, and I shall be collaborating with Jack Cross to ensure that nothing feels too out of place for the story.

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Chapter 1

Nate Williams sat against a post in the church belfry, loading a new clip into his .308 hunting rifle. His left leg was pulled up close to his body, while his right dangled lazily out of the bell tower, completely unfazed by the possible four story drop to the street below. Closing his left eye, he peered down the scope at his target. A raider was leaning against the rusted out body of a pickup truck, eating the fried flesh of a squirrel impaled upon a stick and blissfully unaware of the rifle sights being lined up with his head.

It was dusk, and the sun was casting a red glow on the woods around him. Nate had learned long ago that traveling in The Commonwealth after dark came with all sorts of risks. But, his time in the army had prepared him for all kinds of danger. What it hadn't prepared him for was the creatures that this new world had to offer. Some, like the infamous deathclaw, were incredibly dangerous and able to rip a man limb from limb.

Others, like the radstag that roamed the woods around Sanctuary, offered up a fine meal when cooked just right.

For the twenty three year old, the world didn't make any sense anymore. To him, it seemed like just last week he had been in his house in the suburb of Sanctuary Hills, freshly enjoying his time as a civilian. His wife, Nora was about to get off maternity leave and return to her job as a lawyer in Boston, while their infant son, Shawn, was growing at an astounding rate.

And that's when all hell broke loose.

Nate would never forget the morning the world came to an end. He had been in the bathroom, preparing himself for a speech at the local veterans hall. Since he no longer had to keep his black hair shaved to military regulation, he had let it grow out a little bit and put it up into what they called a dapper style. His facial hair consisted of a well kept beard, what the barber had referred to as a lone wanderer style.

But, it was his face that was the reason he had been discharged from the army. Burn scars dominated his right cheek, most of his nose, and up between his eyes. An incendiary grenade had exploded near his face while he was deployed to the Anchorage Front. As a result, he'd spent months recuperating before being promptly informed that he was no longer fit for combat and was being sent home.

At first, Nate didn't quite know how to take it. He had enlisted when he was seventeen, and for the past six years the military was all he'd ever known. Eventually he decided that it was for the best. He could spend more time with his family, and his time served meant that it was unlikely he'd be facing the Chinese in combat ever again.

Not that it mattered on the morning of Saturday, October 23rd, 2077.

The TV in the living room had given a report that there were nuclear explosions occurring in New York and Pennsylvania, and then the air raid sirens outside had sounded, prompting the young family to sprint to the local vault. Luckily for them, they had been granted access into Vault 111 thanks to Nate's service in the army.

They boarded the elevator that led down to the vault, just as a warhead exploded somewhere to the south of them. The last thing Nate had seen of his world in its normal state was the massive orange fireball of a nuclear explosion dominating the sky. Then, the protective door had slid shut, and Nate's life changed in more ways then one. His wife was murdered, his son kidnapped, and Nate himself now found himself two hundred and ten years in the future, trying to survive the aftermath of Armageddon.

In the month since he'd left Vault 111, Nate had helped establish a new settlement in the ruins of Sanctuary Hills with the help of a small group of settlers he'd helped in Concord. With the new town established, Nate set out once again. He tracked his wife's killer, a mercenary named Kellogg all across the Commonwealth, from Sanctuary, to Diamond City, and finally to Fort Hagen. There in the ruins of the old military facility, the Old World Soldier had dueled the New World Mercenary. In the end, Nate's speed on the draw had been quicker, and Kellogg's life ended with a bullet to the head.

But it wasn't the happy ending Nate had been hoping for. Shawn, the son he had searched so hard for, was no where to be found. He had been sent to a facility known as the Institute long before he had arrived, and now Nate was left with a dead end and no where to turn. Left with nothing else to do, he'd returned to Sanctuary, throwing himself into work around the new settlement in an effort to take his mind off of the child he couldn't reach.

Which was why he was here now, watching the small raider band that was standing around the long abandoned hardware store just across the street. When he had first wandered into the town of Concord, Nate had stumbled headlong into a firefight between a band of raiders and a small group of settlers.

Between the Pre War veteran, the settlers, and a deathclaw that had introduced itself late into the fight, the original band of raiders had either been killed off or fled into the wilderness. The group that Nate was watching now appeared to be a splinter group from the gang based in Lexington, having worked their way north either to join or check up on their missing buddies. The rotting bodies that dotted the street, and the massive corpse of the deathclaw told them all they needed to know about what had happened.

Apparently lacking the common sense to move on from what was obviously not the best place around, the small gang had decided to stick around and set up a base camp from which they were preparing to raid nearby settlements. While Sanctuary had grown rapidly over the past month and boasted enough defenses to tear these raiders to shreds should they try to attack, the smaller farms in the area were still vulnerable. Hence, Nate sitting the town's church bell tower with a rifle, waiting for the sun to fully set so he could start picking them off one by one under the cover of night.

The distant thud of an explosion echoed off the buildings and the hills around them. Puzzled, Nate lowered his rifle and looked toward the source of the noise. His view, however, was blocked by the Museum of Freedom, which sat next door to the church he was in. Beside him, his constant companion over the past month perked up. The German Shepard let out a soft whine as he looked toward the noise.

"It's alright boy, probably some dumbass taking potshots at a car in the old parking lot across town," he said while scratching under the dog's chin. The dog whined again before lowering his head and putting his paws over his nose. Nate patted him on the head before he went back to looking at the raiders.

Like him, the noise had caught their attention. They were all on guard now with their pipe weapons at the ready. Evidently, finding the bodies of their friends lying in the middle of the street had put them on edge. After a short moment, though, they began to relax when they realized they weren't under attack. Nate rolled his eyes before raising his rifle again.

Just before he fully looked down the scope, a new flurry of movement caught his attention. Just a block away from the raiders was the awning of an old bus stop and the sky blue tube of a Pulowski Preservation Shelter. Standing in the street just in front of the bus stop was a young woman who seemed completely unaware of the danger that was just a block away.

Frowning at her sudden appearance, Nate shifted slightly so that he could use the scope to get a better look at her. She was wearing a dark blue sleeveless shirt, navy blue trousers, a brown fur skirt, and brown leather knee high boots. A pair of arm bands the same color as her pants covered her arms from her armpits down. Her coal black hair hung down to her chin, and her skin was a light coffee brown color.

Even from this distance, Nate could see the look of confusion on her face, and the lack of weapons on her body. If the raiders discovered her presence, no doubt she would be considered the catch of the day for them. Although instinct told him to maintain a cold distance from those around him in this harsh new world, Nate had still found himself time and again looking out for those who were unable to help themselves.

He could only hope that the raiders stayed where they were at, and that this newcomer didn't wander toward them by accident. Nate watched as the girl studied the buildings around her before she settled her gaze on the prewar protection pod.

"Don't do it, leave the damn thing alone," he muttered to himself under his breath as he watched her walk toward the pod. She pulled the lever on the door, causing it to swing wide open and blare it's advertisement, to which she jumped back, startled. Unfortunately, it also caught the attention of one of the raiders, who began walking up the sidewalk toward the bus stop to investigate the noise.

Nate quickly lined up the scope with the back of the man's head and took his rifle off safety. He waited, holding his breath and steadying his hand just like he'd been taught all those years ago in basic training. The former soldier watched as the raider rounded the corner and spotted the young woman standing in front of the pod. She saw the raider at the same time he saw her, and quickly raised her fists for a fight. But the man went for his gun first, leveling it out at her. Nate didn't so much as hesitate or bat an eye as he squeezed the trigger.

Korra POV.

Korra's senses were all out of whack. She couldn't tell up from down, left from right, only that her vision was gone, her ears were filled with a roaring noise, and she both smelled and tasted copper. The last thing she remembered was jumping in front of Kuivira to shield the woman from the out of control beam of the Spirit Cannon.

Then, everything had gone white.

As her vision slowly returned, Korra realized that she was looking at a bright blue sky with touches of orange from either dawn or dusk. She had been in the Republic City Spirit Wilds when the Cannon had exploded, so she should have been looking at the deep green of the vine overgrowth, not clear sky.

Rolling over onto her hands and knees, the Avatar looked at her surroundings for the first time. Around her were the rusting hulks of a few trucks and cars, although the models didn't look anything like the satomobiles she was use to. Several houses sat atop a nearby ridge, and even from here she could see the state of neglect they were in. Many of them had shattered windows and were missing bits of siding. One of them was even missing part of its roof.

Pushing off of her hands and knees, Korra tried to start walking toward the houses. But she only took a few steps before dizziness overwhelmed her and she fell again. Shaking her head, she pushed herself up and tried again. This time she was able to stay upright and began to half walk, half stumble toward the houses.

As she walked, Korra noted the state of everything around her. The asphalt of the parking lot she was in was cracked with weeds growing through in several places. Many of the vehicles were little more then rusted out scrap, echos of the machines they once were. Korra could tell just by looking that this place had been abandoned for a long time. But the houses were her best bet of finding someone, anyone, and finding out just where she was.

As she walked up the cracked road, Korra found herself studying the buildings more and more. Their architecture was familiar, yet different somehow. Their roofs lacked the upwards turn of the shingles on the corners that dominated so many buildings back home. The further she walked, the more she began to fear that she was on her own here.

Coming to a stop in front of a bus stop, Korra dug her pinky into her ear in an effort to get the last of the ringing to go away. The dizziness had worn off by now, and all of her other senses had returned to normal. As she tried to get her ears to pop, the Avatar took notice of the old advertisement posters plastered to the bust stop.

Or, to be more precise, she noticed the language they were in. It wasn't the common symbols that were used all over the world back home. No, these letters were smaller and more strange looking. Behind the bus stop, she noticed a sky blue metal tube. It was about ten feet tall, and had hints of rust on it.

"Might be a phone booth I can use," she said to herself as she walked over to the tube. After a moment of looking it over, she noticed a handle on the side and gave it a firm yank. Instantly, half the pod slid open, causing Korra to jump back in surprise.

"Pulowski: Nuclear protection on a budget!" an automated female voice blared cheerfully.

"Nuclear protec...what?" Korra asked. The tube just left her even more confused then before. Inside, there was no phone, just an exhaust fan in the ceiling of the pod and a few buttons on the wall. Korra let out a disappointed sigh before she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. After traveling the world on her own for a while, she had learned to trust her senses.

Someone was watching her.

Turning, Korra found herself looking at a man who was standing a short distance away next to a small white picket fence. His face and clothing were covered with dirt, evidence that he hadn't bathed in a long time. A grin spread across his face, revealing his black rotting teeth.

"Ha! Fresh meat!" he cried as he looked at her with a hunger that made her skin crawl. Korra raised her fists and took a fighting stance. She was confident she could handle him without a problem.

"I wouldn't if I were you," she warned. The man's grin only grew as he drew some kind of contraption made of wood and metal from his belt.

"I like it when they've got some fight in 'em," he said, leveling the weapon at her. Just as Korra opened her mouth for a retort, the man's head suddenly exploded into a red mist. Bits of skull, brain matter, and other things flew everywhere as a thunderous crack echoed off of the buildings. She could only look on in shock with her mouth agape as the now headless body fell to the ground.

Instantly, the street was filled with motion and chaos. The group the man had been apart of, three men and a woman, were looking all over while pointing their weapons toward the roofs. Korra ducked behind the picket fence as another crack filled the air, followed closely by one of the men falling dead. The woman of the group started shooting her weapon at the white wooden building with the tall tower just down the street.

"The church! The sniper is in the..." she never finished as a bullet smashed into her forehead, causing her head to jerk back before she fell spread eagle in the street. Her two remaining companions began to shoot at the tower as well, but were foolish to not seek cover. Within seconds, it was all over as the last two men fell dead.

As silence fell over the town, Korra cautiously poked her head out around the corner. In the tower of the building the woman had called a church, she could see someone waving at her. She hesitantly raised her hand and gave a small wave back. Just as quickly as she had noticed the figure, it disappeared inside the building.

Keeping her hands at the ready, Korra came out of her hiding place and began to walk up the street toward the building. As she reached the center of the intersection where the raiders had been standing, she saw a man and a dog step out the front door of the church.

The man was wearing a worn gray fedora, a ratty brown leather trench coat, a green button down shirt, faded and dirty blue jeans, and worn dust covered combat boots. A pair of belts were wrapped around his midsection, and hide gloves covered his hands. The wooden and metal staff he had been using was slung over his shoulder, along with an olive drab rucksack.

As he drew closer, Korra was surprised to see that he wasn't much older then herself. His face was a handsome one, warm and inviting, once you got past the burn scars that dominated his cheek and nose.

"Are you alright?" he asked when he was close enough. Korra nodded.

"Um...yeah, thanks. Do you have any water?" she asked. Her voice sounded rough and her throat was dry. The man reached into his pack and pulled out a metal canteen, which he passed to her. Korra said her thanks before she drank deeply from the canteen, savoring the cooling feeling the liquid had on her throat.

"What are you doing, wandering around out here without any weapons? You get separated from your caravan?" he asked. Korra gave him a look of confusion as she handed the canteen back to him.

"No I...I don't even know where here is to be honest. You're the first person I've met that hasn't tried to attack me," she said.

"Yeah, raiders tend to do that," he said as he slid the canteen back into his pack. Korra looked down at one of the dead bodies and her cheeks gained a tinge of green. This didn't escape the man's notice.

"Not use to killing much." It wasn't a question, more of a statement. She shook her head and swallowed the lump in her throat.

"I've always seen killing as a last resort, and even then in self defense only."

"Heh, with these guys? Killing is the only option. It's a lot better then the alternative, trust me."

"And what exactly is the alternative, Mr...?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, Nate Williams," he said before sticking out his hand. Korra took it and shook it as firmly as she could muster.

"Korra."

"Well, Korra how is it that you've never encountered raiders before?"

"The police always arrest bandits, unless you're in the Earth Kingdom, but I think Kuvira has been taking care of that," she said. Nate gave her a look like he only understood half of what she was saying, what he did understand was crazy, and the other half was in another language.

"Police? There hasn't been any real law enforcement around here for two hundred years," he said.

"You still haven't said where here is," she pointed out.

"You're standing in Concord, or what's left of it anyway. And to answer your question about raiders; rape, general chaos, more rape, murder, and then your body strung up and hung from one of these light posts by your entrails. And, if you're lucky, they'll do it in that order." A look of horror crossed the Avatar's face.

"That's awful! Why hasn't someone done something about it?"

"Because there's a lack of law enforcement, and civilization in general," Nate replied, his eyebrow cocked slightly as he regarded her.

"Lack of...what are you talking about? What happened?" The Rifeman looked at her like she had just grown a second head.

"You've got to be from a Vault," he said, although it sounded like the comment was meant for himself rather then her.

"A Vault? You mean like a bank vault?" Nate took a deep breath and ran his hand down his face. The amount of questions coupled with the apparent lack of knowledge about anything was starting to wear on him.

"Okay you know what? Since you're clearly lost, I'll take you back to Sanctuary, and then you can ask all the questions you want. Sound good?" he asked. Korra hesitated as she looked down at one of the dead raiders.

"Sanctuary. Is it safe?"

"Hell of a lot more safe then the place you're standing now, believe me." Korra eyed him suspiciously. She'd only just met this man, and given the circumstances, she wasn't sure if she could trust him. The five dead raiders in the street was a clear sign that he was a force not to be underestimated.

Then again, he had just saved her life when he didn't have to.

"Alright. Sanctuary it is," she said. Instantly, Nate's face brightened into a smile.

"Good! If we hurry we can make it there before dark," he said before he turned to her right and began to walk up the street. Both Korra and the dog had to hurry to catch up with his brisk pace. The street was littered with corpses, sandbag walls, and burnt out vehicles. It looked more like a warzone then a small town street, but Korra kept her mouth shut, saving her questions for later.

"Hope you don't mind a little music," Nate said as he lifted his left arm. Korra noticed for the first time that he had some kind of bulky object on his wrist, like a ridiculously sized bracelet. He fiddled with a small black nob, and suddenly music filled the air around them. The Avatar blinked in surprise. The closest thing someone could get to portable music back home was if they picked up a phonograph and ran around with it while it was playing.

"Ah, sweet! They're playing my song," he said. The music had a steady swing to it, and soon the rifleman was tilting his head side to side with the beat as he walked. Korra and the dog shared a look before they continued to follow him.

"Oh, and I'm the type of guy who will never settle down.'

'Where pretty girls are, well, you know that I'm around.'

'I kiss 'em and I love 'em 'cause to me they're all the same.'

'I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em, they don't even know my name.'

'They call me The Wanderer, yeah The Wanderer.'

'I roam around, around, around, around.'

"What have I gotten myself into?"

"Its perfectly safe. See? It's holding my weight," Nate said as he gave Korra an irritated look. He was standing on the wooden footbridge that crossed the river into Sanctuary. Korra, however, refused to set foot on the ancient, partially collapsed structure for fear of falling though the boards.

"That doesn't mean that it'll hold both of us."

"You're being over dramatic."

"And you're being suicidal." Nate rolled his eyes at this. The sun had all but set, and he was itching to get across the bridge and into the town safely.

"Look, the longer we stand here, the more likely we are to take stray bullet or get mauled by one of the nighttime critters. So if you would please..." he trailed off before stepping to the side and motioned for her to proceed. Korra eyed the soldier before she cautiously set foot onto the bridge. Nate flashed her a smile before he turned and led the way across.

The Avatar wasn't sure what she was expecting from a town called Sanctuary. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't anywhere near the real thing. The town gates, if they could be called that, consisted of a pair of guard towers resting on the far side of the bridge along with a pair of light machine gun turrets. Two guards stood on either tower, while a third was standing in between the two, a pipe rifle resting on his shoulder.

"Nate! Glad to see you back in one piece," said the guard standing in the middle of the road as they approached. "Preston is looking for you."

"Why doesn't THAT surprise me?" he asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. As they walked past the gate, Korra got her first real look at the town itself. On the left was a sky blue house that looked like it was on the verge of collapse. Surprisingly though, there were electric lights on inside, and a small radio sat in the window. In the house's garage port sat a small campfire with a large pot dangling over it from a chain. A few people were clustered around the fire, while one of them stirred the contents of the pot.

Across the road was a building that didn't look like it quite belonged. It was a square, two story structure with tin siding walls. The second floor had what looked like guard posts facing the four cardinal directions. Spotlights rested on the roof, illuminating the areas outside the confides of the town.

"What's on the menu tonight?" Nate asked, speaking to the ones around the campfire.

"Vegetable soup," replied the one who was stirring.

"Wasn't that what we had the other night?"

"Hey, the tato harvest was pretty decent, so that's what we're having."

"I wanted steak."

"You're the one who's always bringing the meat back, Nate. You want steak, fork over the meat." Nate simply gave a half grin as he turned and sat off up the road again. Korra turned and quickly followed, despite the rumblings in her stomach. She had caught a whiff of the soup, and it made her mouth water.

The road turned off to the right, with more old houses on the left. On the right sat another two story building that looked like it had been built out of scrap. Unlike the other buildings, this one had kerosene lamps illuminating it, and several people seemed to be clustering around the entrance.

"That's the town bunkhouse," Nate explained as they walked past, "a lot of the newcomers stay there until they're able to get moved into one of the older houses." Korra watched the place as they walked past, wondering if that was where she was going to be sleeping tonight. Just a little further up the road sat a long blue house on the left side. A large, prop plane engine resting on stilts stood on the roof, and electric lights illuminated the inside.

Across the street sat a low yellow house. Like the bunkhouse next door, kerosene lamps and candles illuminated the place in the failing light. Standing in the carport was a metal suit that reminded Korra of the mecha tanks used by Kuvira's army. It was supported by chains from a yellow crane of sorts. She didn't know the specifics of machinery, that had always been Asami's area of expertise.

"That's my place," Nate said, pointing toward the house with the plane's engine on the roof, "And that's the town's storage house. Weapons, food, all in one central location." They continued up the street, with Nate finally heading toward a building entrance.

It was a low, single story building that sat next door to the town's supply cache. Unlike the other hand made buildings the pair had past, this one had wooden planks for the walls rather then tin siding. Light poured out of the door, as well as the sound of drunken laughter. Although she couldn't read the sign that rested above the door, it was clear that this was the town bar.

"This is the Restricted Access, the town bar. Don't ask me on the name, guy who runs the place found that old sign, slapped it up and thought it'd be hilarious if that was the name," he said.

"That's not very funny," Korra commented. Nate simply shrugged.

"Anything is funny when you're drunk and doped out of your mind, I guess." The inside of the bar was a simple layout. Along the wall on the right rested a pool table, where a few people were playing a game while others placed bets. On the left was the bar itself. Little more then a couple of counters someone had ripped out of one of the old houses before placing them back to back and setting two pair of bar stools down before it.

Directly across the room rested a jukebox, which was currently blaring a tune. A single ceiling fan hung down in the center of the room, while a single bare bulb hung above the pool table and two more hung above the bar. In the corner behind the bar sat a chemistry station, where one of the two bartenders was currently at work mixing up a new concoction.

"Nate, you're back!" a man wearing a pair of overalls called from the corner to their left. He had a set of welders goggles hanging around his neck, and several tools lined his belt. Next to him sat a man with a dark completion, gray trench coat, and a hat with one of the it's sides pinned up. Nate walked over to the table the pair were sharing.

"Sturges, Preston," he greeted.

"Did you get that situation with Abernathy Farm figured out?" the one he'd referred to as Preston asked.

"Yep, I let those raiders burn the place to the ground. Step outside and you should still be able to see the smoke." Korra's eyebrow went up in confusion, and the look on Preston's face made it clear that he didn't find the joke very funny. Nate evidently noticed this as well.

"I took care of the band that reoccupied Concord, Abernathy is fine," he said, his tone more serious this time.

"That's good. The more people we help out, the more will join our cause. I've gotten word of another..."

"Preston, I swear to God, if you tell me that another fucking settlement needs my help, I will repaint the wall behind you with your brain matter and then wear your hat as a trophy as I burn that settlement to the ground!" Nate interrupted. Preston's face was one of surprise, while Sturges simply grinned.

"I told you not to go thrusting another one on him as soon as he got back," he said, jabbing the Minuteman playfully with his elbow.

"But, these people really need help..." he started, but fell silent again when Nate held up his hand.

"People always need help in the Commonwealth, Preston. I'll hear about it in the morning, until then we've got other matters to deal with," he said.

"I'm guessing these matters have to do with your lady friend here," Sturges said, motioning toward Korra.

"Yeah. Gentlemen this is Korra, Korra this is Sturges, the town's tinkerer of sorts, and Preston Garvey, head of the town guard," Nate said, making introductions. Korra gave an awkward wave.

"Hey," she said.

"What seems to be the problem, Ms?" Preston asked.

"Well, I don't really know where I am."

"She's got some kind of memory loss near as I can tell," Nate said. Korra look at him with anger in her eyes.

"I do not have memory loss!" she snapped.

"What makes you think that?" Sturges asked, ignoring her outburst.

"She's never encountered Raiders before. No idea about the Commonwealth or anything in general. It's either memory loss, or she's not from around here," Nate answered.

"If it's memory loss, there's only one place I can think of that might be able to help with that," Preston said. Nate sighed and looked at his boots.

"I was afraid you'd say that."

"Hey! Don't act like I'm not standing right here," Korra said.

"Look, we'll get your situation figured out in the morning. For now, I'm exhausted, and I'd like to get to bed," Nate said.

"And where am I suppose to sleep?"

"You can bunk at my place. See ya, fellas," Nate said before he turned and left the bar. Korra looked after him for a moment, looked back at the two men with a confused look, before hurrying after the rifleman.

"What makes you so sure that I have memory loss?" she asked when she finally caught up with him.

"It's the more logical answer. You don't know anything, about Raiders, about the Commonwealth, or even the Great War. Tomorrow, we'll head to Goodneighbor and see if we can get your memories back."

"But I don't have memory loss!"

"Either way, Goodneighbor is one of the better places to start if you want a way to get back where you belong, that or Diamond City," Nate said as he led the way into his house. The place was in decent shape for being over two hundred years old. To their right, in what Korra realized was the living room sat an old red couch, along with an arm chair of the same color. A radio sat on the island that separated the kitchen and the living room, playing a soft tune.

The windows, with their glass long busted out, had been covered with tin siding in an effort to add some privacy and protect the interior from the elements. A single bare bulb hung down and illuminated the room.

"Bedroom is down that way, second door on the left," Nate said, gesturing toward a hallway that led off to their left as he unslung his rifle and sat it in the corner behind the door.

"What about you?" she asked, peaking down the hallway before looking back at him. He smiled as he took his fedora off and hung it on a coat rack next to the rifle.

"I'll sleep on the couch and keep an eye out," he said, patting the pair of 10mm pistols that hung in the holsters on his large belt at his hips.

"Okay, well goodnight," she said before making her way toward the bedroom. Like the living room and kitchen, it was lit up by a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. A single bed sat against the wall, while an olive green footlocker sat at its feet. More tin siding covered the gaping holes where the windows use to be.

"Sweet dreams," she muttered to herself as she laid down on the bed and kicked off her boots. The bed may have been old and uncomfortable, but it beat sleeping on the floor or the ground by a mile. As her tired mind slowly wined down, Korra couldn't help but wonder how everything was going back in Republic City. Where her friends alright? And where was Kuvira?

Perhaps tomorrow she would get her answers.

Note: Any and all feedback is welcome, so please do not hesitate to voice your opinions on how to improve this story. I eagerly await all criticism! *sweeping bow*