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Beca woke up, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat for a few seconds. Her hands shaking.

"You get nightmares?"

She looked up to see Chloe standing in the doorway. Dogmeat moved past her so he could rest his head on Beca's knee. She scratched him behind the ear.

"Yeah," Beca said, grabbing her shirt from the back of the chair and pulling it on over her t-shirt. "Sometimes."

Chloe looked like she wanted to ask her more, but Beca stood up and moved past her to the workshop before she had the chance. She didn't want to talk about them.

"Becs, are you sure about this?" Aubrey asked her as Beca began filling a bag with supplies.

"Yep," Beca said, trying to shake off the tension she was feeling.

"You don't have to come with me," Chloe said as she entered the workshop.

"Yeah, I do," Beca said.

"Just... Point me in the right direction," Chloe said. There was a definite change in the way Beca was acting compared to last night and she didn't like that she was probably the cause of it.

"Okay, why don't we run through a list of the things that can, and probably will, kill you?" Beca said, moving away from the bag and facing Chloe directly.

"Beca," Aubrey said in a warning voice. She knew the tiny brunette had a temper in the mornings, usually due to the fact that she never got more than a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. She woke up a lot during the night because of nightmares, and the rest of the settlers in Sanctuary had learned to give her a wide birth during the mornings. Chloe didn't know this yet.

"Number one," Beca said, ignoring Aubrey, "raiders. Then you've got super-mutants. Then there's feral ghouls. Institute synths. Deathclaws. Even a fucking pack of dogs can kill you, as you almost found out yesterday."

Chloe's eyes had dropped to the ground and Beca felt a wave of guilt.

"Sorry," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I didn't mean to snap. Those nightmares I got last night... They... It doesn't matter. I shouldn't be taking it out on you."

"I can handle myself," Chloe said, softly.

"I'm sure you can," Beca said, the harshness gone from her voice. "But it's seriously dangerous out there. I couldn't live with myself if I sent you out alone."

"If you're sure," Chloe said, giving her a small smile. "Thank you."

"Here," Beca handed her a gun. "It's a laser pistol. Does a lot more damage than that one you had yesterday."

Chloe nodded, taking it.

She then strapped some leather armor onto her chest, arms and legs. She gave some to Chloe, helping her fasten them over her jumpsuit.

Beca hoisted a backpack onto her shoulders and tucked a gun into the holster on her left leg. She also picked up a metal baseball bat, with barbed-wire wrapped around it.

"Ready?" Beca asked Chloe.

"Yeah," Chloe said.

"Take care of yourself," Aubrey said, pulling Beca into a hug. Beca dropped her bat so she could hug her back, her hands gripping Aubrey's shirt. She wasn't a hugger by nature, but she made the exception with Aubrey. At the end of the hug, the blonde pressed a flare gun into her hand. "If you get into trouble, use this." Beca tried to give it back.

"If the settlement's attacked-"

"We have the radio tower. We can get in touch with the Minutemen with that. Please take the flare gun, Beca," Aubrey said.

"Okay," Beca said. "I'll see you soon." She put the flare gun in her other holster, picked up her bat, and turned to Chloe. "Let's go."

Beca looked at the Pip-Boy on her arm and checked her map. They began walking south. Beca whistled once and soon Dogmeat was at her side, his tail wagging. "Didn't think I'd leave you behind, did you boy?"

They walked in silence for a while. Chloe was too nervous to talk in case she drew attention to them. Beca was trying to pretend she wasn't as afraid as she was, so kept her mouth shut, worried her voice might shake if she spoke.

"Why Diamond City?" Chloe asked, as they stopped for a rest and some food at an abandoned gas station. Beca had searched every inch of the place for supplies after being sure there was no one else there.

"A friend of mine works there," Beca said. "Nick Valentine. He's a synth and happens to be the best detective in the Commonwealth. Maybe the only detective in the Commonwealth. He is the go to guy for finding missing people."

"How do you know him?" Chloe asked.

"My Mom and I lived in Diamond City for a while. Nick was our friend," Beca said. She opened up a can of purified water and split it with Chloe. "A lot of people don't trust him because he's a synth, but it never bothered me and my mom, so we spent a lot of time with him."

"Where's your mom now?" Chloe asked. Beca shook her head.

"It's... It's not an easy story to tell," Beca said. "We should get going. We need to reach somewhere to hold up before it gets dark. We don't want to be wandering out here at night."

"Okay," Chloe said.

"Tell me about what you did before the war," Beca asked, keen to move the conversation on. They left the gas station and kept walking.

"It seems dumb now," Chloe said. "But I was a singing teacher."

"That doesn't seem dumb," Beca said.

"It isn't really a useful skill, is it?" Chloe asked. "It's not going to help me survive out here."

"That doesn't matter," Beca said. "You enjoyed it, right?"

"I loved it."

"People don't get to do what they love anymore. Not for over 200 years. It's so cool that you were alive in a time where people could do that. I can't imagine what it must have been like back then," Beca said.

"We didn't realise how lucky we were. I mean, there was a war going on but we still had homes. We had running water and food," Chloe said. In her mind, it was like two days ago, but so much had happened that she could barely remember what it was like before. "I feel like this is some kind of dream. It's like I fell asleep before they told me Tom had been killed and soon I'm gonna wake up and things are going to be back to normal."

"I've grown up in this world," Beca said. "This is normal to me. Fighting to survive. I think I learned how to shoot a gun before I could properly walk."

"Sounds tough," Chloe said. She thought of Emily again, and how hard it must have been on Beca's mother, trying to keep them both alive.

"I don't know any different," Beca said. "It must be weird for you."

"I'm still trying to get my head around it," Chloe said.

It was almost sunset. They were walking through a town when Dogmeat began growling, a low, menacing growl.

"Easy, boy," Beca said, taking her gun out. Chloe did the same, her hands shaking. "Walk slowly and quietly," Beca whispered to Chloe as they made their way past the buildings.

Beca had wanted to avoid the town, not go through it. Towns usually meant raiders. But there was no way around it. If they wanted to cross the river without wading through it, then they needed to get to the bridge. The only way onto the bridge, was through the town. Wading wasn't an option without the power-armor. Water meant radiation. And lots of it.

Soon they'd crossed the bridge and reached the outskirts of the town. The buildings became a lot more spaced out, and they settled on a house that was the furthest away from the others.

Beca couldn't hear voices coming from the house and there were no fires inside or out. There was also no one guarding the door. That meant there was probably no raiders or super-mutants inside. But that didn't necessarily mean they were alone.

"If I say run," Beca whispered, "run."

There was a metal chain link fence surrounding the house. She took her bat and hit the fence hard, the sound echoing around them.

She waited. Listening.

Dogmeat started growling again.