Perry dressed hastily into his jumpsuit mulling over what had just happened. He had turned the gun down he told Amata it was a personal preference, in reality Perry knew if he'd taken that gun from his beloveds hands he would have hunted down every member of vault security and executed them for what had been done to Jonas. Perry could feel a dark primal anger building within him. He didn't like it, it made him afraid, and then it went dark.
When Perry came too he was still stood in his room just as before, but this time the mirror in front of him had been smashed. It looked like someone had punched the mirror in anger. Perry moved to his dresser quickly packing the stimpaks and other supplies from his first aid kit into his satchel, which itself had the detritus of Perry's everyday life unceremoniously dumped out of it onto the floor nearby. Then a spare jumpsuit and a sewing kit, just in case. Finally Perry saw them. His prized bb gun, which he quickly dismantled and placed in the satchel. Then a tin of bb pellets. Perry knew the bb gun was useless in this situation. He could only just kill a radroach with the puny rifle. The reason he wanted it was sentiment. His father had fixed it up for his tenth birthday and set up a shooting range which Perry still found time to use. Finally the baseball bat, looking at it made perry cringe. Just a few hours earlier he and Jonas had played baseball on the reactor level with it. Jonas. How long had it been between that time of fun and relaxation and Jonas's brutal end?.
Waves of emotion washed over Perry once more and he began to feel faint again, what the hell was up? He couldn't be tired he had a good few hours before Amata's visit. The vault alarm droned in his ears, the overseer's voice echoing more and more as the lights dimmed again. Perry was vaguely aware of his surroundings this time even if he could only hear it. He was pretty sure he could hear butch pleading for help, a woman screaming. Then he caught a brief glimpse. His own hands raiding the diner's food storage. But he couldn't control his hands. His body was moving on its own. Perry was distracted from this nightmare when he saw Mrs. Taylor's corpse lying on the floor of the diner. What the hell had she done to deserve death? All she ever did was help people. But now she was dead and all because vault security was too busy looking for its next victim. Perry's anger came to boil again sending him into the black abyss once more.
Once again Perry came too full consciousness just in time to stop him self beating an unsuspecting guard on the head with his bat. The officer turned round to look at Perry. Perry looked back before taking in his own appearance. A tunnel snakes jacket, what the hell?. Then he recognised the shocked officer before him. It was Gomez. He had nearly killed Gomez, a man he knew would be innocent of the crimes the other guards had committed.