A/N; Wow I'm so sorry if the formats messed up...I'm trying to get the hang of using this thing. Also, the lyrics belong to the Beatles, it's the song "Happiness is a Warm Gun." ;-; I feel like this took forever to write and I'm sorry for that, everyone.

I need a fix cause I'm going down

Down to the abyss that I've left up town

I need a fix cause

I'm

going

down….

"Mhm! Just head on over to the Super Duper Mart! It's a little ways from her, but I bet you'll find it!" Moira Brown chirps happily to the Lone Wanderer over the counter, hands fiddling around with an old motorcycle gas tank.

"I see…And you want me to find medicine and food? Or at least try to find medicine?" Alexis frowned, but only because this woman didn't seem to make very much sense at all. She'd known the Vault girl for what, five minutes? Then she'd gone off on some 'Wasteland Survival Guide' that she wanted to write, almost as though it was really going to make a difference.

The overly cheery woman nodded once again, the action strong enough it probably made whatever brains she had in her skull rattle about dangerously. "As long as you can find some sort of edible substance you'll be fine! It'd be better if you found medicine as well though!"

"Alright then…I might as well get going. I'll be back later I guess…Bye Moira." Alexis turned and gave the bodyguard, Gary, an odd look before walking back over towards the door and gripping the doorknob. "Thanks for the help." The Vault Dweller added the remark under her breath as she pushed the door open and exited the shop.

Fucking sun….How long is it going to take for me to get used to the damn thing?

Not realizing where she was going, Alexis bumped into a rather solid being that was hard enough to push her back down onto her rear. The person blocked out the sun, making it so their features were hard to make out.

After a few seconds however, she adjusted and realized it was a male. "S-Sorry!" A dark chuckle answered her in return, a hand extending out and gripping her shoulder, then pulling her up rather forcefully. The person somehow managed to pull her flush against his body as well, her nose quickly being assaulted with the scents of booze and cigarettes.

"Hey there little lady…You're that new goody two-shoes aren't ya? The name's Jericho…" He sneered nastily, making the girl shrink back in fear slightly.

Alexis gently pushed away from him, a tiny small on her lips. "Well…It lovely to meet you I suppose…Do you happen to know where the Super-Duper Mart is? I have an errand to run that requires me getting there and-"

"Yeah yeah, don't care about that shit." Jericho cut her off with a harsh growl, shaking his head. "Look, I'll take you there…If you can promise me a little somethin' in return?"

"Like what, exactly?" She arches an eyebrow at him, then glances around him to try and see if there's a way around the man.

The dirty-looking man sneered again, then raised a hand and made a 'C' shape with it. He proceeded to to bring it up to his mouth and make a movement that looks similar to a sexual act she knows little about.

Alexis made a disgusted noise and pushed past him roughly, then hurried up the steep steel steps and out the entry-way of Megaton, Deputy Weld's tinny voice telling her to "Watch herself out in the Wasteland!"

The homeless-looking man sitting by the entry way reaches out to her weakly, begging for purifiedwater. Like she has any of that, she's just like the rest of them…Drinking the radiated stuff they come across.

"No sorry I only have radiated…If you want some of this I can give it to you." She's already digging around in her pack, then he's flat-out refusing and she shrugs, putting it back inside the bag. "Uhm…Okay, suit yourself. If I find any I'll bring it to you."

With that said she turns and begins walking towards the location Moira marked on her Pipboy, having to clamber over several piles of rocks and slide down hills. Finally though, she comes across the building, only to stop and notice the signs that raiders had been there…Or they still were.

Hanging from the store's awning were several torsos with their limbs and head cut off, some of them dripping blood onto the concrete below.

Some of these aren't all that old…Wonderful.

She paled considerably, the thought of getting shot at and having to shoot back becoming a very real concept for Alexis. She'd been out of the vault for a day or two at the most, and she was shocked at what she had found at the surface. Vault Tec's promises of a wonderful world waiting for them above was a lie. Too bad she couldn't tell Amata, Butch…Or any of the other Vault Dwellers.

Gathering up her bearings, Alexis gently nudged one of the doors open, wincing when it squealed a little bit. "Shit," She waited a few moments before pushing it the rest of the way open, the smell of death, drugs, and sex assaulting her senses right away.

Jesus fucking Christ they smell so goddamn bad…I think I'm gonna hurl…

Across the Market, she heard laughter and a few gruff voices speaking to one another about petty things, such as when they'd get more Jet or Buffout. Like they needed it.

Clutching her pistol tightly in her hands, the Lone Wanderer creeped a little bit closer to one of the check-out lanes, noticing that a few Raiders were walking atop the isles. They bothered to put boards between them to work as bridges, that was a little bit clever of them…Since they seemed so stupid.

Her foot collided with a bent tin can on the floor, sending it skittering across the floor and alerting the nearest Raider to her presence.

"Light 'em up!" The man screamed, dropping from his post and sprinting towards her, a knife pulled out and and held out in front of him.

Alexis let out a gasp of surprise and aimed her gun carelessly, her gaze pulling away as she fired it off multiple times. Most of the shots had missed, but she was lucky and shot his head maybe once or twice.

Footsteps echoed around the large open space, meaning that the other Raiders were coming for her, maybe to kill her or sell her to Slavers. If they caught her.

She quickly dug around in the man's pockets, taking his knife and some Mentats…Whatever those were. The girl kept her eyes closed throughout the whole ordeal anyways.

Once again Alexis closed her eyes tightly and raised the 9mm towards the on-coming attackers. She squeezed the trigger multiple times, hearing some of the Raiders hit the floor. A hand gripped her around the neck suddenly, causing her to let out a yelp. Putting her pistol away, she squirmed for a moment before remembering the knife she had nicked from the first Raider she killed.

The man let out a loud howl of pain when he felt the blade plunge into his wrist, his hand immediately releasing her neck while he tried to rip it out.

He was dead before he even hit the ground.

"B-Bastard…" She let out a soft whimper before hurrying away from the dead bodies and heading towards the back of the store.

The sound of pressurized air reached her ears within seconds, along with laughter and something hitting the floor with a clanging noise.

"Hell…" Alexis paused and cleared her throat. "Hello?"

Laughter answered her.

Following the source of the noise, she came across a boy that was maybe a year or two younger than she was, an empty canister of Jet at his feet.

The female took in his features, noting that he had incredibly shaggy blonde hair…And there was an odd tattoo on his neck. A bar code.

"E-Excuse me…? My names Alexis, are you alright?" She reached out to him, only to have him abruptly get up and grin at her.

"Snuffles, that's what the others called me! They were all assholes anyways, I bet they're sleepin' with the fishies now!" Snuffles let out a loud cackle, then shook his head out as though he got a chill.

"Er….Well, it's nice to meet you…Snuffles…I think you need medical help. You don't look so good."

It was true, the male's hair was falling out a little bit and he had bags underneath his eyes. His skin was overly pale and his eyeballs were bloodshot, along with his limbs twitching to and fro.

"No no no! I don't need help! I am fine! See?" Snuffles attempted to do a sort of dance, only to whack his head on the nearest metal box and pass out.