Murdered and Missing, Sammy Lugerfelt.

Part 7- Radiant Recovery

Thirteen years pass. Sunlight pierces through the ever-thickening fog, shining green rays of light along the ground. The ground was charred, and black, green and orange glowing pools of water scattered the Glowing Sea. A bright light shines suddenly, illuminating the path ahead. Many small lights can be seen, through metallic shields.

It was a small group of about five; the leader is a person, in a desert camo painted power armour, a set of T-51 armour. Surrounding them are a variety of different robots, consisting of two assaultrons, one is short, with stealth blades as its hands, completely dark, the other is a standard issue assaultron, white painted. The group also harboured two protectrons, one painted in an army green, the other in a bright white, matching the assaultron. They're all branded with the same symbol; 'HLZ'

They are very prepared for what they could face in the Glowing Sea, weapons always prepared for battle, even the person in power armour, with a heavily modified 44. Calibre pistol in their hand and a revolutionary sword hung on their hip.

The towering mountain, or what seemed to be, was only getting closer, its peak was nearing its view. The group arrives, getting a great view of what sat inside. A bright fiery glow illuminates the bombing site, many small shacks surround the glowing liquid down below. The rocky walls created an awkward path down, the group taking their time, making their way down carefully. One wrong step, and they could fall to their doom.

Cautiously, the group descend, making their way into the large crater. Through the fog, the armoured person could see...people? How on earth were people living, no, surviving, in a place this highly irradiated?! The leader of the group makes their way down, approaching one of them.

They enter a scrap shack, looking to the balcony. A man is knelt, muttering words quickly. His hands were held together, in a fist. Was he praying? It sure seemed like it. The armoured leader carefully steps closer, beside them to get a look at their face. It was half covered with a brown cloth, covering their eyes. He was blindfolded. Underneath the blindfold, it looked to be some sort of painted pattern. Raggedy, dirty blonde hair covers his head, though, some of it had fallen out, due to the radiation.

"Excuse me, may I ask, who are you?" The voice from the power armour seemed soft, and soothing, but it wasn't clear who they were. The man lifts his head. "Pardon my ignorance." He lowers his hands, setting them on his knees. "There are two answers to that question, a personal, or general name, of which do you search for?" He asks, smiling to the origin of the voice.

"Both, if you're willing to provide." The voice responds. "Well...we are the Children of Atom, we worship Atom and his glory, that protects us. He shows us the light." He glances in the area of the crater, gesturing to it. "I, personally, am Samuel Lugerfelt." He looks back towards the person.

The armoured person tenses up. "Samuel...Lugerfelt? That...that is your name?" Their voice seemed shaky, as if they had just heard the name of a dead man. "Yes...is there any reason why?" He gets up from his knees, standing upright. The armoured person was a good two feet taller than him; he couldn't tell. "I-I'm your daughter..."

"Daughter?" He mutters, reaching up to lift his blindfold, letting her see his faded green eyes. There was a painted symbol across his forehead. "I'm terribly sorry, but you must have mistaken me for someone else. I have no children." "No, no you have to understand. I am your daughter. Your wife, my mother, Linda Lugerfelt?" She grabs him by his shoulders, trying to shake any sense into him. He pauses. "I have no recollection of such people."

"Not even Jennie?! Me?!" She lets go of him, tearing the helmet from her armour, revealing her head. She had long blonde hair, tied up into a braided ponytail, with a long-curled fringe on her right side. Just behind her fringe, holding down her hair was a light blue bandana, printed with what seems to be, Jangles the Moon Monkey art. Beautiful green hazel eyes, nearly a sandy yellow, that shone brighter than the radiation, a strong nose, speckled with freckles that bridge across her cheeks. Just like her father, that stood right across from her. "I'm your daughter, thirteen years ago, I lost you! I-I'm finally here, you're finally found, and you're alive!!" Tears rolled down her cheeks like rivers. Is he really that far gone?