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Seconds later, a feral ghoul starting running towards them, followed by a second, and then a third.

"Go for their legs!" Beca said, backing away quickly.

Dogmeat began attacking the ghouls, as Beca and Chloe started firing.

Bursts of red light left their weapons and hit the ghouls in the legs. They shrieked and flailed their arms, trying to hit them.

Beca managed to incapacitate two, Chloe getting the third.

They were still crawling towards them as Beca held up her hand to get Chloe to stop. They needed to save their ammo.

"Good job," Beca said, bringing her bat down on three separate heads.

They slowly moved into the building, checking each room. There was one more in a bathroom which Beca managed to dispatch quickly with her bat. It took a swipe at her before it died, and not long after Beca felt the familiar sickness she associated with radiation. But according to her pip-boy, it wasn't enough to really hurt her. She closed the door to the bathroom, and met Chloe in the hallway.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asked, her voice just above a whisper. Beca nodded.

She was sweating and her heart was racing as they made their way downstairs. Her hands shook from adrenaline but she felt okay. She could handle ghouls.

"Okay?" Beca asked.

"Yeah," Chloe said, slightly out of breath, genuinely frightened. The zombie-like creatures had unnerved her. They were like something from a nightmare. "What were they?"

"Ghouls," Beca said as they set up camp in the living room downstairs. They wanted to be close to the door so they could make a quick exit if they needed too. "Or, Feral Ghouls to be more accurate. They're from before the war, only they weren't lucky enough to be in vaults or shelters. The radiation disfigured them, and basically made them live forever. And seriously messed with their brains and made them... Mindless, I guess would be the right word. Mindless and angry. But not all ghouls are like that. Some of them are totally normal except for their lifespan and the way they look. There's a lot of discrimination around."

"I've got so much to learn," Chloe said, shaking her head as she tried to take it all in.

"I'll help you," Beca said, feeling calmer now they had a place to stay. Beca had set up some tin can chimes outside the building so they would hear if anyone approached it. They'd also agreed to sleep in shifts. "You should get some rest," she said. Chloe lay down on the sofa they were sitting on, using Beca's bag as a pillow.

"This is lumpy," Chloe mumbled.

"Well, cans of food mixed with ammunition tend to be lumpy," Beca said, smirking slightly. "Not to mention the grenades."

Chloe froze. She sat up slowly and handed the bag to Beca, frightened it would explode at any moment. Beca laughed and took it from her.

Chloe tossed and turned trying to get comfortable, accidentally kicking Beca's arm in the process.

"Jeez, you fidget a lot, don't you?" Beca asked, rubbing her arm.

"Sorry," Chloe said. "I'm not a good sleeper."

"You slept okay yesterday," Beca said.

"Yesterday I had a pillow," Chloe replied.

Beca sighed. "Fine," she said. "Come here."

"What do you mean?"

Beca patted her lap.

"You can use me as a pillow, just don't tell Aubrey," Beca said, smirking at the look of joy on Chloe's face. "She'll never let me live it down."

"Beca Mitchell, I knew you'd be a cuddler the day I met you," Chloe said, gladly using Beca as her pillow.

"Well you spent a lot of that day unconscious so I wouldn't hold much stock in that," Beca said, blushing as Chloe made herself comfortable.

She felt something stirring in her chest.

No. Absolutely not.

Her head said.

Get this shit under control.

Beca shook her head slightly. This was not the time or the place for those kinds of thoughts. And anyway, Chloe had a daughter. She'd had a boyfriend in the past. Probably, many of them. She was an attractive girl. She was sweet. She was-

Stop. It.

She was straight.

Probably, straight.

And even if she wasn't, why would she be interested in me?

She shook her head again, and tried to focus on something else, so she started making a mental inventory of all their supplies.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been doing it before she realised she had been dosing off slightly, and cursed herself for it.

She looked at her pip-boy and checked the time. It would be dawn in around four hours. She shook Chloe awake.

"Five more minutes," the redhead mumbled.

"It's your watch," Beca said.

"M'kay," Chloe replied, sleepily. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and brushed the hair from her face. "You're comfy."

"Don't get used to it," Beca said, lying with her head on the arm of the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Chloe asked.

"Sleeping," Beca replied.

Chloe took her arm and pulled her so she was sitting up.

"Dude," Beca moaned. "It's my turn."

Chloe pulled her again, this time so she was using Chloe as a pillow, the same way Chloe had used her.

"Oh," Beca said, feeling herself blush again. "You don't have to do this."

"I know," Chloe replied. She began absentmindedly playing with Beca's hair.

God, Beca thought, as she felt herself drift off. She's going to kill me.

With Beca asleep, Chloe became aware of how completely vulnerable she felt.

Every creek the house made, every noise from outside, set her on edge. She wanted to close her eyes and hide until morning, but she knew she had to be vigilant. It was up to her to keep them alive for now.

About an hour before dawn, and the sky was beginning to lighten.

Chloe felt relief flood through her. Soon she could wake Beca up and they'd complete their journey to Diamond City. She was looking forward to being somewhere safe. Somewhere with walls and defenses.

The sun was just beginning to peak when she suddenly felt Beca tense. Her hands were gripping the fabric of Chloe's shirt and her brow furrowed.

She squeezed her eyes closed tighter, and a tear ran down her cheek.

"Beca," Chloe said, softly shaking her. "Wake up."

Beca froze, before slowly releasing Chloe's shirt.

"Sorry," Beca mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"That's okay," Chloe said. Beca ran a hand through her hair as her leg shook slightly. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No," Beca said, trying not to direct her anger at Chloe. "Thank you, though."

"You really don't do mornings, huh?" Chloe asked, causing Beca to laugh slightly.

"I guess not," she said, finally turning to look at Chloe. "The nightmares I get are pretty shitty. It can be hard to shake them off sometimes."

"You don't have to explain yourself," Chloe said. "Just know that if you want to talk about them, or anything else, you can."

"Thank you," Beca said, smiling softly. "That's... That's really sweet of you."

Chloe smiled back and stood, stretching and cracking her back.

"You're a super comfortable pillow by the way," Chloe said.

"Same," Beca replied, feeling herself blush again.