"I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle," Darrel sung with pride.
Both of the young men ventured toward the eastern ruins of New Vegas, between the ruins and the main city lay a rough patch of small ravines and sand. As they traversed this terrain between the ruins Darrel had started singing, this was mostly to alleviate the boredom of their long journey. With this feeling of joy inside him Darrel continued, "Jingle, jangle. And they sing, Oh, ain't you glad you're single? Jingle, jangle"
Loogie didn't join in as he wasn't a massive fan of Pre-war music yet he didn't want to say anything as he too felt exceptionally good about himself. After pounding Dixon to the ground and putting him out of work they felt as if they had done well, knowing that someone else eventually step in and take over the area at least the two of them gave people there the opportunity to recover and possibly break their addictions.
As they walked along Loogie looked around, among the rouble of levelled houses and worn down roads an old memory began to take shape inside his mind. Loogie slightly turned his head toward his friend, "You remember when we first met?"
Darrel stopped singing and as he let out a upbeat laugh he replied, "Yer I remember, it was around about here"
"Somewhere beneath that over pass," Loogie stated as he pointed toward the crumbling road, "We were just trying to find somewhere warm to sleep. Next day I remember waking up and seeing you still there, didn't try and rob me or nothing"
"Not gonna lie, I did think about it at the time but when I was finished thinking you'd woken up,"
Both of them laughed in amusement at the idea. Both of them continued walking off the road and made their way across the dry sands. Loogie then put his around Darrel's shoulder, "The next day was mighty interest, I bet that Gun Runner you could break apart any gun and put it back together again within five minutes. The look on his face when I did it in three, easiest two hundred caps I ever made"
Darrel then pointed the finger on his left hand toward his friend's face, "After that you took me to Freeside for the first time. We got some food from that guy on the sidewalk, best Radroach meat I've ever had"
"Fourteen years later here we are, the best of friends,"
From the distance came the sound of someone screaming followed by the sound of gun fire, in a flash both Loogie and Darrel sprang into action. Darrel took out one of his pistols while Loogie took hold of his newly gained revolver, both of them sprinted toward the origin of the scream. Both of them jumped over a large pot hole before bolting sharply around the corner of a long road. When they came around the corner both of them raised their weapons, in the middle of a dirt road lay the dead body of a young woman. Kneeling over her body was a feral ghoul wearing nothing but ragged trousers, the creature was thin and malnourished which was a direct result of being deprived of nourishment for many months. An open wound on the neck of the body was freshly made, blood began to pour out from her jugular and mix into the sand. The Ghoul used its hands to tear open her flesh around her stomach, reaching inside the creature pulled out her small intestines and began to pull it apart before devouring each piece. Darrel then looked toward Loogie, his eyes filled with disappointment and disgust while adding, "Well…you wanna fire first or should I take that honour?"
Loogie looked at him bust didn't say a word; all he did was turn away, look down the barrel of his fun point it directly at the creature's head and pulled the trigger. In an instant the bullet coursed through the air and impacted directly between the creature's eyes before bursting out through the other side. As the Ghoul feel backward both Loogie and Darrel ran over to the girl's body to see if she was still alive, both of them looked down upon her and watched as what little life she had slipped away.
Darrel put away his fun before stomping his foot on the ground and shouting, "Fuck! I fucking hate Ghouls!"
Loogie didn't display his emotions so openly, all he did was lower his gun and turn away from the body. Going over to his friend Loogie gave him his opinion, "Must have been really hungry, normally they wait until it's dark before they come up looking for food"
"What was she doing out here?" Darrel asked.
The young ranger then turned back to look down on the body, "This area is hotspot for creatures like that; Lexi should have had a few Rangers come through and clear this place out. The Rangers exist to stop shit like this from happening, yet it just happened"
"We're spread thinly around the south of Vegas; we don't have the numbers we used to keep the peace out in the wastes,"
Darrel looked back toward the dead body; he felt a strong feeling disappointment but all the while he knew the harsh reality of living in the Mojave and how you could die easily. Darrel turned back toward his friend and asked, "So, what do you think we should do?"
Loogie then looked around, "I guess we could make a grave marker or something. I'll get some bricks or rocks from the ruins while you dig a shallow grave"
Darrel looked around at the surroundings; he thought that she deserved some kind of burial and it seemed only right that they should do something. Darrel nodded in agreement with his friend, shortly afterward they both went off in different directions. Loogie headed toward the nearby ruins of a house to look for make shift standing stones while Darrel went down to the side of the road.