"You." I pointed a finger at Dominic. "Where the hell have you been?"
I had been checking the alleyway every day after the incident, and I finally caught him. He was leanin' againt the wall, smokin' a cigarette like life was dandy. Meanwhile, I had been unemployed and struggling to find work.
"You got me fired."
He put his hands up. "Hey, now, I didn't do anything."
"Where have you been hiding all this time, then?"
"I like to lay low for a while after I have to take out a synth operative. Keeps me outta trouble. Besides, I went to get you some goodies from Goodneighbor." He took a handful of pills out of his pocket and handed them to me.
"What's this?"
"That Buffout I told you about. Works wonders if you wanna put on some muscle."
"And it works?"
"Oh it works alright. Just make sure you don't overdo it, yeah?"
"You know, this is the least you could do after everything that happened," I said, shoving the pills into my pocket.
"Listen, kid, I know you're an angry teenager that thinks the world owes ya a great debt, but believe me — that's bullshit, and you know it."
My ears started burnin' from embarrassment, so I turned away from him and left him in the alley. I could hear his chucklin' as I left. I stopped at a vendor in the square and bought a bottle of water. Then I poppped one of the oval-shaped pills into my mouth.
I walked toward the squatter end of town, and I could already feel the effects of the pill on my empty stomach. The muscles in my body felt weird, like they were lightly swelling, and my body temperature raised.
I wasn't feeling bad, but I wasn't feeling great, either.
When I made it back to squatter territory, I found my little corner where my bed lay and took a seat. That's when I overheard some caravaners talkin' about needin' another bodyguard.
"I'll do it! I'll be a guard!"
They looked at me like I was crazy at first.
"Please, I'm hurtin' for work. Give me a chance on this."
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FO4 | Book 0: The Diaries of Anarchy ✔️
Hayran KurguWho is the John McDonough that hides behind the ghoulish Mayor Hancock of Goodneighbor? Our story begins with a sickly little boy at the age of seven who grew up in an old house on the waterfront, accompanied by his entitled older brother, his submi...
