Charon.
Of all the goddamned luck. The wall had to collapse right there. He grabbed his combat shotgun, one goal in mind; kill his way the hell out of here. Anastasia preferred stealth, but she wasn't here right now, and neither was the contract, so for the moment he was free to kill; to take his anger out. He reloaded and set off down the hall, after kicking the pile of rubble one last time.
Anastasia.
There were too many to take out by stealth and she was almost out of ammo anyway. So for now, she crept by her enemies, leaving them alive. She'd tied a sledgehammer from one of the dead Muties to her back for when she was truly out of ammo, but didn't want to use it. She could hardly lift it anyway. The constant weight of it on her back and the sting of the strap it was tied to ripping into her neck kept her focused; she could cry it out later.
Charon.
The only shells he had left were for his combat shotgun. Everything else was gone, but he was fine with that. It didn't matter, if he could just get out of here. Who's goddamn idea was this anyway? The mall will never be safe. The memorial, perhaps. The museums, with a lot of work. But the whole mall? Never.
Anastasia.
She decided that every Talon Company merc would die at her hand. After listening to them talk while creeping around, she learned that not only did someone want her for a 10,000 cap bounty, they wanted her head on a platter, and if they caught her alive, they'd get 15,000 caps. And she wasn't the only one. A lot of her friends were on that bounty list they were reading off.
Charon.
Goddamned Muties were everywhere. They're smelly, ugly and dumb and Charon would've killed them all if he wasn't extremely outnumbered. He found himself wishing for Anastasia's company, her eyes bright at the thought of making this place a refuge, and looting anything that could be looted. Why did he find himself praying to hear her voice?
Anastasia.
Damn him for diving the other way, she thought, creeping around. She'd gotten some ammo back from the bodies of the dead, but she wasn't in the mood to kill without Charon watching her back. So she just kept moving, wishing for his presence behind her, her backup plan, her safety.
Charon.
This must be the central rotunda- holy shit.
Anastasia.
Oh my god the central rotunda! What the-