Chapter 4: Held Captive

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Isaac feels the cold concrete on his face as he starts to come to. He tries to reach for the ground to get up but he cannot move because his hands and feet are tied and his mouth covered with duct tape. Soon Isaac begins to realize the situation he is in and it wakes him up to practically fully functioning. His eyes begin darting around to see where he is, spotting a burnt out campfire and a chair with the rifle he picked up from earlier laying on an edge of what looks like a rooftop. Looking past the rooftop he can see the small story buildings that line Grafton's streets. Isaac starts to make conclusions about what has happened. "Kidnapped","Dragged to a rooftop", "Kidnapper camps out", "Leaves?"

Isaac now realizes as well that his kidnapper is nowhere to be seen. Rolling over he scans the rest of the roof and sees no one in sight. With the understanding that his kidnapper may have left and could be back soon, Isaac begins looking around for anything he can use to cut the ropes that bind him. Taking another look around Isaac sees beer bottles lining next to the chair by the roofs edge. Moving like a caterpillar, Isaac shimmies his way towards the bottles. He manages to sit himself up against he roofs edge and reaches with this hand for one of the bottles. Barely being able to extend his hand forward Isaac knocks the first one down and it rolls away from him. Not making the same mistake again, Isaac shimmies closer to the next one and is able to grip it. With the bottle in his hand Isaac tries his best to extend his arms as far away from his body as possible and breaks the bottle against the ground. Holding the now shattered top Isaac begins cutting the ropes that bind his hands. However, he is interrupted by the sound of a door shutting. Isaac's face grows weary as his kidnapper is soon returning. Without thought Isaac, kicks the chair and the gun along with the bottles to make it look like he was trying to escape but only just made a mess. He falls over with his back to the edge so that he can continue to cut the ropes without being noticed. Soon the kidnapper turns the corner where the door entrance is and a familiar armored female reveals herself. Isaac's eyes widen as it becomes apparent that his kidnapper is the girl he saved and knocked out earlier. The girl looks around and sees the mess Isaac made and lets out a snicker.

"Looks like you really made a mess for nothing if your still tied up."

At this point, Isaac's hand restraints are cut, but he continues to play along that he is helpless tell an opportunity presents itself. The girl begins to walk over and Isaac gets worried and tries to shimmy away again. The girl speaks up once more.

"Would you relax, I'm just fixing the gun and the chair. If I wanted you dead, believe me you'd be dead."

Isaac starts to retort, but comes out as mumbles because of the duct tape. Hearing how ridiculous he sounds the girl rolls her eyes and takes hold of the duct tape ripping it off roughly. Isaac recoils a bit.

"Ok ow first of all, second what the hell! I save you, you try to rob me and now you tracked me down to kidnap me?!"

The girl laughs a bit.

"Please, most other people would have done you worse. At most I gave you a chance. Plus, after seeing this bad boy on you I couldn't resist letting you go with it."

The girl holds up her forearm to reveal Isaac's pip-boy strapped to it. Isaac looks back to see that his arm is empty and his face drops as it returns to facing the girl. The girl takes a seat on the lawn chair and picks up the rifle to lay on her lap. Isaac's face starts to show more worry, but he knows he is too far and still too restrained to make a move. The girl speaks up once more.

"Alright vault dweller, we are going to play a game. Answer truthfully and I won't put a .308 through your crotch."

Isaac nods in fear.

"First question, I saw on your back that your from vault 78. Now I haven't heard of a vault like that nearby so explain to me where it is and what is there."

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