"It looks like a massacre."

Mark was right. This wasn't the sight of a battle. There were no raider corpses, at least none that were identifiable. Every single mammal, from the smallest weasel to the largest elephant were piled up, their armors stripped leaving only their jumpsuits, and sometimes not even that.

"What happened to their gear?" Zack moved closer, probably trying to get a better look.

"What happened to them?"

I could care less about their gear right now. These mammals were either riddled with bullet wounds, burned, or both. Some of them even had missing limbs. The one thing that they all shared was a look of fear. Mark went over to one of them, still in his medic mode.

"These burns… they're plasma burns."

"How can you tell?" That was getting me a bit nervous.

"A plasma burn always has a splotchy pattern to it. Normal burns, like from a flamer, tend to ignite the immediate area, while plasma burns can 'splash' to other areas."

"You don't think its…" Before I could finish, I heard a muffled voice.

"C-co…" The rest was indistinguishable.

"Mark, over here! We have a survivor!"

I used my hearing to pick out the muffled voice. It was coming from one of the piles of bodies. I felt myself getting ill, looking at and smelling the death around me, but if there was someone who I could help, if someone had survived this bloodbath, I had to help. I finally found the source of the noise. It was a large boar half trapped beneath a dead rhino.

"Stalker Loche!" Logan ran over to him.

"S-st-alker… L-ogan…"

"Valiant! Get your medical kit over here now!"

"Yes Sir!"

Mark ran over to the boar and started to treat him, but from the look on his face, I doubt the boar would live, but despite that, I knew Mark would do anything he could to prevent that.

"He's not going to make it Logan."

"Damn it! Stalker Loche, what the hell happened?"

"I-it w-was a…" he coughed, blood shooting out of his mouth.

Mark injected him with something. "He's not going to make it, but this will ease his pain and make him more coherent. How you feeling Loche?"

""L-like crap." He coughed a few more times, but he was sounding better, but we all knew that was only temporary. "It was a t-trap… the raiders… were decoys. I-t was the C-corrupted…"

"Corrupted Guardians? What the hell are they doing here? Stalker, is Chief Lazlo alive?"

"Y-yes Sir…"

Logan let out a sigh of relief. "Where is he?"

"H-he w-went towards… the… vault… to…" Stalker Loche stopped speaking.

"He's… he's dead."

"Damn it! Okay people, we need to head for the vault. Get one of the teams in here to prepare the bodies for transport. They may be dead, but we can give them the dignity of a proper burial. Alpha Team, move out."

"But Logan, what if there are other survivors here?" I didn't want to leave anyone else who might be alive.

"The other team will find them. Valiant isn't our only medic here. Move out."

"But Logan…"

"I said MOVE OUT!" Logan not only snapped at me verbally, but bared his teeth, as if trying to threaten me. He then turned and moved towards the only door in the room.

"He's really worried about the Chief. I'm sure he didn't mean that." Zack had put his hoof on my arm.

"So that's what it's like." That's all I could think of, how I just experienced the same thing that I've put so many others through when I snapped at them. No wonder Tuskgen and some of the others were nervous or even fearful around me. Was I really that scary? I shook the thought out of my head. "Let's go before he gets himself killed."

With silence fallen among us, we all started to follow Logan. There were no more corpses, all of them seemingly have been transported to the entrance. The blood on the walls and floor told me that those Guardians didn't die in that room alone, that many died throughout the place. I really hope that the Corrupted Guardians faced just as many casualties, if not more. Otherwise, we may just have our paws full on this one.

While a typical Burrow had junctions that lead to different areas, this place was very straight forward. A singular hallway that gradually declined further below the surface with the occasional room branching off. It was very similar to the design of the bunker I am, or was, calling home. It's been a long time since any of us have been there.

"I've got two marks." Nate's voice broke through the bitter silence. I had completely neglected to check my Pip-Boar for any activities.

"I can confirm that Mister Valiant." Onion's confirmation caused everyone to stop. I booted up my scanner and verified that there were two red dots directly ahead of us.

"Eyes and ears open. Stalker Rothschild, initiate thermal scan."

"Y-yes Sir."

Jasmine put on her helmet and stood there, motionless. I could tell that she still wasn't used to being a Guardian, the way she verbally responded every time an order was given from Logan. She never hesitated in performing what she was told to, but I wondered if she was simply still reminded of how she was treated when she was still a Red-Neck. I really do hope that she knows the difference between us and them, that if she didn't obey Logan that it would probably be more of a slap on the wrist or time in the brig, not being tortured. That's the difference between the Guardians and everyone else, they still follow by moral and ethical standards. Otherwise, I doubt King would have been alive long enough to separate them like this.

"They're about three-hundred feet ahead, directly behind the next set of doors. They're both hippos, I think. Their Exo-Armor is interfering with my detailed scans."

"Good enough Stalker. Defender's Tuskgen and Buskby, you two take the front. Stalkers Wilder and Strauss, you two will aid the Defenders at point. Stalker Rothschild, you'll take position with your sniper, but do not fire unless ordered to. Defender Hornly, and Stalker Grant will take up the rear, make sure there are no hidden surprises for us. The Corrupted have been known to utilize personal Stealth-Boars."

Stealth-Boars? Great.

"Valiants, Kerrigan and Springs, you four will stay back with Stalker Rothschild. Do not engage unless ordered to."

"But…"

"Do NOT engage. That is an order!"

Why was I suddenly feeling like we were simply passengers now? I'm surprised he didn't tell us to go wait outside or something. I know Logan isn't nervous of me, and that he knows what we are capable of when together, but still he seemed to treat us like we were civilians caught in the middle of a war, which I guess to him we were.

"Best to do what he says 'livi."

"For now." I wasn't going to just sit idly by while more mammals were killed.

"Logan is the last mammal you want to mess with right now 'livi. His biggest concern is getting to Chief Lazlo. You of everyone should know that feeling."

"I know Holly, but I also know what it's like to be so focused on one goal that it ends up backfiring and getting others injured, or worse."

"He's trained for this type of thing, you haven't."

"Have you ever seen him bear his teeth like that Holly?"

"Well… no, I haven't, not at an ally at least."

"He's slipping. I can tell."

Holly looked at Logan before moving closer and whispering. "Your right, he's different right now, but I can't blame him. Chief Lazlo is like a father to him. Logan would probably kill me if he heard me telling you, but he's basically been a Guardian his entire life. Lazlo found him when he was just a baby, abandoned. He took him in, and raised him. From the moment Logan could walk, he was trained in the ways of the Guardian. Right now I think he's more focused on saving a father, than a leader."

Stalker Logan was in the same situation as me when I thought I lost Nate. His mind is in rescue mode, and that means he will not back down from anything to do it. The only difference between him and me is the fact that he can keep his mind leveled in doing so. Then again I did have zero training before throwing myself to the dangers of this world. I can't imagine what he has had to face in his life.

"I don't want to feel useless, but I'll wait to see what happens. In the meantime, Nate, do you have any parts to make some more remotes? I have a feeling I may need them."

"One, maybe two."

"I might be able to make at least two with my stuff. Mind helping me?"

"Sure."

We worked together trying to use whatever parts we had on us. Nate seemed very serious right now. More so than I think I've ever seen him. Sure he looked at me with the same loving eyes that he usually does, and I felt the occasional tail flicker, but his posture, his voice, it all felt… stronger. Ever since he lost his arm, it seems that he had gained so much more.

Between the two of us, we were able to make four more, along with my last one, I had five remote bullets. I'm sure we had more than five mammals in Exo-Armor between us and Lazlo, but it'll help tremendously in trying to whittle down their numbers. I was getting a very bad feeling about this whole thing.

In the time we had been working, Lazlo had not only positioned everyone where he wanted them, but one of the Stalkers had set up a few mines in the hallway. If I took a guess I'd say that it was either to lure the Corrupted to them, or as a backup if the front line failed. The problem I saw with it was the fact that the two Defenders and Stalkers were between the mines and the door. That would prevent even them from retreating. I went to speak up but Logan gave the order to open the door to the next room.

Both of the Defenders had very bulky looking mini-guns. The both Stalkers were positioned behind the hulking Defenders as the door opened. When the double doors slid open, I could see the two Exo-Armor wearing mammals standing there, but they didn't look like the same Corrupted Guardians that I had already faced off against, these two were… fuck.

"STOP!"

It was too late. The mini-guns started to spin before any of them realized that it wasn't a Corrupted Guardian, but one of their own. The impact of the initial bullets caused both of the Guardians to collapse, as if someone pushed over two large statues. By the time Logan stepped in to halt their fire, enough ammo was fired that if the two Guardians were still alive, they'd be critically injured.

"Stalkers, get their gear off now! Defenders, protect them at all costs!"

The two Defenders stood there, weapons ready while the Stalkers rushed forward to their downed companions, but something still felt off about this whole thing. If they had survived whatever killed the rest of them, why not retreat? The tags were red, yet the Corrupted armor isn't as clean as a Guardians, it had skulls and other metal bits attached. And why did they suddenly fall? Were the Defenders using armor piercing bullets? Things were not adding up, it was almost like it was a… FUCKING DAMN IT!

"PULL BACK, IT'S A TR…"

An explosion emanating from each of the fallen Guardians shook the entire area. The Stalkers were thrown backwards towards us, and from how their bodies contorted, I could tell they were already dead. It caused one of the Defenders to get knocked back, while the other one, I think it was Tuskgen's brother, held his ground. He unleashed his mini-gun at the smoke filled room. Logan moved towards him, yelling at him to stop when a green bolt cut through the smoke, hitting the Defender in the chest. Two more and the elephant dropped to the ground.

"Jasmine!" She was the only one who could see through this smoke.

"I-I…"

"Jasmine focus, please we're in trouble!" She was scared, I could tell, but I had to get her to concentrate. I know she wants to help.

"Y-yes… there are t-two… no four shapes targets in the next room… they… there's too much interference. I can't make them out."

She might have had thermal scanners, but she needed a clear shot for her weapon. This smoke wasn't helping any. I had an idea. I highly doubt that there was really any of our Guardians there, and none of us could get a clear shot. Logan had ordered a cease fire and to take cover until the smoke cleared, but with how quickly they took down Defender Tuskgen, I knew we couldn't wait.

"Holly, Mark, Nate. Cover me. Jasmine, wait for my signal."

"'Livi! What are you…"

"Pip-Boar, kill."

I moved towards the mines. They were similar design to the ones I already knew how to disarm, and thankfully I was correct as I not only disarmed the three mines, but managed to tag one with a remote bullet. I am so glad I decided to program one prior to engaging anyone. Still under the effects I took all three mines and tossed them through the smoke and into the next room, the tagged one last.

"Jasmine! Shoot the tag!"

"W-what?"

"The TAG! NOW!"

"What are… oh."

I ducked out of the way as she fired the gun. With the gun's automated tracking, I knew that if I set up the right tag, it would be able to lock onto it. I knew the moment the bullet made impact when there was a series of explosions within the room. The thing is, I only tossed three mines, that sounded like a lot more than three.

It was quiet. Quiet long enough for the smoke to finally clear. There was no more gunfire from either side so once it was clear, Logan started to order the remaining Defender to take point, but I could tell that Hornly was nervous after seeing four of his teammates get taken down so easily.

"No." I had to do something.

"What was that Springs?"

"I said no. You saw how fast those fucking Corrupted took them down. You willing to risk another life so soon?"

"I will do EVERYTHING that it takes to see to Chief Lazlo's safe return!"

So this must be what it feels like to be facing down a mad-mammal. Sure, I'm not happy that I just watched four allies die, but I also feel partly disconnected from them. If it had been any of my friends, I would probably be in a mad rage, but maybe it's the adrenalin, or maybe I've been through so much lately that I was getting numb to it, but I felt calm enough to think. Unlike Logan.

"I have a Stealth-Boar, let me go and scout the area."

"Stalkers keep one at all times, I will go." Logan seemed very adamant now.

"Do you have a Pip-Boar? No, you don't. That means you have a single use one, one that you'll need to save in case Lazlo needs a quick evac. I will go."

"I will not allow…"

"You said it yourself, I'm not a Guardian, as such that means I don't have to take orders from you. I want to help Lazlo just as much as you do, but you're acting rashly. I'm going. You can shoot me if you like, but I'm going."

I actually saw him raise his weapon towards me, but dropped it just as fast. I saw him attempt to regain composure as he turned to the remaining Guardians and barked out orders. I wouldn't ask Jasmine or Zack to disobey him, but I wasn't going to let anyone else die.

"I'm going with you."

"No Nate, I should…"

"I am not asking you, I am telling you."

Definitely stronger. Normally he would be stuttering in worry, afraid to let me go, but now? He's looking into my eyes, not with worry, but with steadfast determination. I'm sure he's worrying about me, but he has gotten much better at hiding it from me, and perhaps, from himself.

"I'm not going to change your mind, am I?"

"No."

"Figured as much. Wait a second… I thought the one I have was yours?"

"It is, but we salvaged a few from those Mark I Pip-Boars. These things have retained compatibility throughout the model line."

"Oh, good. Well then, follow me and keep up."

I activated my Stealth-Boar and he followed suit. I wasted no time in moving, all while avoiding both tripping over, and looking at the bodies on the ground. I might have felt a bit disconnected from them now, but that could change at any moment, and the last thing I needed now was to let my emotions get the better of me.

We entered the room and instantly I could tell what had happened. A warped missile launcher was at my feet, telling me that the additional explosions were from its ammunition. Were they really that stupid to use missiles in closed quarters like this? I'm so glad they didn't decide to open with that, otherwise we'd all be dead.

A very large crater was in the far corner of the room, most likely where the missiles had been kept. I doubt that the mines would have caused that much structural damage. I saw the severed body parts of what once was a wolf scattered in the room. Two mangled Exo-Armors, these ones obviously Corrupted, were against the adjacent wall. I moved over to them but they were dead. There was no sign of the fourth, so either the explosion disintegrated him, or he managed to get away. I had a feeling that disintegration was a bit too lucky for us.

"Onion, let them know it's safe to move forward."

"Delta Team, we have four Guardians down, requesting support."

"Yes Sir Stalker Logan. Be there momentarily."

"Good work Springs. I… ahem. I apologize for my actions."

"No worries." I slapped Logan on the back, causing Zack's jaw to drop. "I know exactly what you're going through. Give us a minute to let our Stealth-Boars to cool down and we'll scout the area ahead."

"Yes Ma'am." It felt odd having Logan call me 'Ma'am'.

"You can just call me Olivia."

Logan looked as if he was about to say something, but then the other team arrived so he broke off to give them orders. He was still in charge, but I have a feeling he finally realized that I was in charge of myself. Once the Stealth-Boars were ready again, I went to activate but was stopped by Holly.

"'Livi, come here real quick."

"What is it Holly?"

"This door, it's sealed by the same protection as the entrance. You mind?"

I took a closer look and just as she said, it had the same indentation for a the badge as the first door. I could see why Holly was interested in it. All the other doors had simple access panels, but this one was much more secure. I accessed it with the badge and the code and the door popped open.

The room was small, very small. It was so small that only one mammal around Nate's size could fit comfortably. Inside there were nine large monitors that filled up the wall, with a terminal seated below it. It wasn't on, but from the flashing lights, it had power. I went in and sat at the computer.

"What is it 'livi?"

"I think it's a monitor room. Let me see if I can get it up and running." It didn't take long. It needed a physical connection, but my Pip-Boar ate through its security in no time. "Got it. Go get Logan."

Just as I thought, it was a security room. Five of the nine monitors lit up showing areas within the bunker, but the other four were black. They were tagged by zone number, so it didn't help me figure out where it showed, but this was the best view of the place that we had.

"What did you find Springs?"

"A security monitor station."

"Do you see Chief Lazlo anywhere?"

"Not right now, but let me…" I messed with the controls, and the screens started to change. There were a bunch of blank screens, telling me that a good chunk of the cameras were either inactive, or destroyed. I saw a few areas with Corrupted Guardians, simply standing around, but no Lazlo.

"Nothing? Damn it. Agent Kole, Take over for her and keep us informed of any enemy movement."

"Yes Sir."

A small koala swapped places with me. While still no sign of Lazlo, I think that Logan was feeling a bit better, having a visual aid to help guide us. It won't be perfect with an unknown number of inactive cameras, but it was still better than what we had before, which was absolutely nothing.

"We ready?"

"Yes, proceed."

I activated my Stealth-Boar and Nate did the same, following me into the next area. It was clear so I signaled the others to join us. The layout was thankfully the same throughout. A hallway with adjacent rooms, followed by a larger room connected to the next hallway. Who ever built this had no eye for design, but it suited us. With only one direction to travel, it was easier to avoid a potential ambush. Easier, but not impossible.

Seconds before my invisibility wore off, a single Corrupted exited a connected room. It was an otter, and he had what looked like haphazardly crafted metal armor on. It made it look like he was wearing a knock-off Exo-Armor. Thankfully the idiot wasn't wearing a helmet. I didn't need B.A.T.S. being this close. I was standing in front of him, gun pointed at his head as the effects of the Stealth-Boar wore off.

"Hi." I pulled the trigger. "Bye."

"We should check the other rooms."

"Good idea Nate."

We carefully inspected the three connecting rooms, but they were either locked or clear. I signaled them to proceed into the room.

"What happened here?" Holly sounded more inquisitive than worried.

"Just ran into a local is all."

"Stalker Logan Sir"

"Go ahead Agent Kole."

"I think I figured out the camera sequence. You see, each room ends in either a one or a six, while each corridor ends with either a two or a seven, the three adjacent rooms in each…"

"Thank you Agent Kole, is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"No Sir. It looks as if a third of the facilities cameras are non-operational, but I see three Corrupted in the next room. Two wearing Exo-Armor, each of them with plasma rifles, and one… it looks like a moose in a Lifter moving large crates Sir."

"Lifter?" I was unfamiliar with what she was talking about.

"Lifters are what the Exo-Armor was based upon. A exoskeleton frame worn by construction workers to allow them to lift objects up to three-hundred pounds with ease. While Exo-Armor is hard to come by and can only be operated by certain species, there are Lifters designed for even a rat, so as long as it fit your species, anyone can use them. They're not common, but still more common than an unoccupied Exo-Armor."

"They computer controlled, Logan?"

"The system itself is hydraulic, but it does have a computer system that controls pressure and allows for an emergency override."

"Good enough for me." I took out a remote and programmed it, placing it into the gun.

By the time we got into position and everyone was given their orders, my Stealth-Boar had refreshed. I wouldn't have time to reprogram two more bullets and fire them before the fighting broke out so I had to plan my actions accordingly. I didn't know what was in those crates, but the two wielding plasma rifles were an immediate danger. I decided that I would take one of them out, and leave the other two to the Guardians.

Delta Team consisted of two Defenders, four Stalkers, and Agent Kole who was monitoring us. I told them to wait until I deactivate one of the Exo-Armors before assaulting the other two. I told Nate to wait here, that we'd need his Stealth-Boar as a backup just in case I missed or failed to deactivate the armor. He was hesitant to have me to this alone, but eventually agreed. I wasn't going exploring, just popping my head into the room and retreating.

Once the plans were laid out and everyone was in their positions, I activated my stealth-boar and opened the door. With all my planning, I never did think that they could see a door suddenly open, and despite the fact that no one was close enough for them to see, it didn't stop one of the Corrupted from firing off his plasma rifle right at the door, exactly where I just so happened to be.

I dodged attack as I aimed to fire the remote. Unfortunately, due to the hectic nature of me firing it, especially without targeting assistance, I missed both of the Armors and hit the Lifter instead. Not wanting to waste this, I hacked into its system to shut it down. Once it stopped moving, the moose started to yell out that he was stuck.

"NOW!"

One of them fired towards my voice, but missed as gunfire from the corridor filled the room. They tried to return fire, but we had caught them by surprise just enough that any retaliation fire caused minimal injuries to my allies. Once it was done, Mark tended to the wounded as I walked up to the moose. From the looks of it, the computer also controlled the mechanism that hooked his hooves and arms to the suit.

"Who are you?" He talked with a bellowing sound.

"What, you don't recognize me? Guess I'm not that popular after all. Names Olivia Springs."

"Never heard of you."

"Really?" It actually caught me by surprise. From how people react to me, I figured I was just as well known as a pre-war celebrity. Guess not. Then again, since this is only the second time running into these guys, I barely know them as well. "This is what is going to happen. You will tell us where Chief Lazlo is."

"Hah. Make me." I shot his arm. "FUCK!"

"Where is he?"

"'Livi! Is this really the best way to handle this?"

"Probably not, but it's how they would." I pressed the gun against his other arm. "You probably wouldn't have let us live long enough to talk, would you?"

"Fuck you."

I really wanted to 'interrogate' him more, but I felt a paw on my arm. It was Nate's. He pulled my gun away and looked disappointed.

"Logan, he's all yours."

I heard a metallic scraping noise as four large metal claws popped out of each of Logan's paw gauntlets. Well, that's new. Nate pulled me over to Holly. I knew why.

"I'm sorry."

"Your right 'livi, he probably would have just killed us before asking us anything, but we need to be better mammals than that."

"I know Holly, I just… I'm still having issues controlling my emotions. I don't feel angry, or upset, I just feel… impatient. I want to rescue Lazlo and bring him back to safety, and seeing Logan reminds me of myself, and I'm trying really hard not to snap. I think it's just clouding my judgment a bit."

"Your kinda scaring me 'livi."

"Huh?"

"You're acting a bit too… how should I put it? Calm."

"Isn't calm a good thing?"

"Yes, but, and don't take this the wrong way, it's not you. I'm not telling you to go all crazy, but you don't seem very, well compassionate about this as you normally are."

"I… I think I understand what you mean." Actually, I had no idea. "Is it possible for someone to 'use up' their emotions? Ever since Nate lost his arm, I felt drained. I don't feel emotionless, but I… I really want to help Lazlo, and I almost feel as if I'm running on auto-pilot and fumes at the same time."

"I just think that…"

Holly was interrupted by a communication from Agent Kole.

"Stalker Logan! You have incoming on your position!"

"How many Agent?"

"At least five… I lost them."

"Then get back onto another camera! How many and how long?"

"No Sir, I lost* them. *They just vanished."

"Damn it! Keep me informed Agent. Everyone get in position, we have company."

The moose, who I now saw was covered in large bloodied slashes, started to laugh. "The boss is coming to break your balls and there's nothing you can do about it!" His laughing was growing louder and soon turned into a cackle.

The door to the next area opened and we all aimed our weapons but nothing was there. The door to where we came from opened as well, but no one was there. What the hell was going on? It was like they were…

A shot rang out and the moose stopped laughing. I glanced over to see him dead, a bullet in the head. Fuck!

"I've always hated that guy."

The voice came from the other side of the room as Corrupted Guardians started to turn visible. No wonder they opened fire as soon as I had opened the door, they were used to Stealth-Boars! We were surrounded. At least twenty Corrupted Guardians to our thirteen, and standing where the voice emanated was a an unrecognizable mammal wearing massive plated armor with a large Lifter that was fused to the armor's body. A domed helmet blocked his face, and seemed to help amplify his voice.

"None of you shall leave alive, so says Ball Breaker the Undefeated, leader of the Corrupted Guardians!"

Fallout: Zootopia After Show

Featuring:

'Stripes in the Morning'

[Stripes]

"Good morning Zootopian Wasteland! And a happy holiday to you all. Yes, today is a holiday but I know that not everyone celebrates it due to religion, culture, locale, or simply not being able to, like myself. Sure, I would love nothing more than to be able to sit down with friends and family to enjoy a nice holiday meal, but between family being so far away, work, and a lack of local friends to do anything with, this lowly zebra will be spending most of the day sleeping. And working. And drinking… ahem.

"Now, today's episode will be short. I know all of you have things to do, and many of you might not even read this today due to activities of your own, but I wanted to say thank you. I give my thanks to all of you who not only take the time out of your lives to read this story of mine, but to give me such great and inspirational feedback. If it wasn't for all of you, I would have probably quit a long time ago. So today I will give you an extra chapter for the week, along with a little history of our own little Thanksgiving in this world.

"The first Thanksgiving feast happened thousands of years ago when a few predator and prey tribes put aside their differences and worked together for a common goal. A tribe of lions and a tribe of zebras were two of the founding groups. To celebrate, each tribe contributed their own traditional meals. Now, unlike the holiday meals we are familiar with, predator and prey have a certain… dietary issue when it came from sharing food. Sure, this created a few issues among tribes where sharing their meals was considered one of the highest honors among them, but that was one of the many walls that predator and prey needed to overcome to create a lasting bond between them.

"We all know that that bond was broken many times throughout history. Wars have been fought over it, families have been torn apart because of it, but it was never the end. Ever since that first meal, predator and prey have found ways to coexist with each other peacefully. Even during times of war, there were always groups of mixed species whom fought for equality between them. It is because of their perseverance that the city of Zootopia, and many others like it were created. Even now when the world has come to an end, that bond has not broken. We see it in Olivia Springs and Nathan Valiant. We see it with Mayor Gazelle and Letty Oswald. We see it throughout the wasteland, even among the raiders.

"I doubt the world will ever be the same again, but as long as we have mammals like the Guardians trying to protect us, people like Olivia and Nate trying to do what they can to heal the world, we will all survive, together. Sorry folks, this turned into a bit of a preachy speech, didn't it? I do apologize, but my words can get carried away sometimes. Join us next time when I interview… um, is this correct? It says an… arm? I think I need to lay off of the cider for a day or two… Good day everyone!"