At Last - lucy maclean

chapter 1 -

Gunshots fired, people falling to the dirty, dusty ground.

Quickly, she sprinted towards the closest thing she could hide behind. She crouched behind a barrel, reloading her empty gun. Peeking from behind the barrel, she checked to see where the rest of those goddamned raiders were.

Only a few were left from her rampage. She really doesn't know how she took down fifteen some raiders. It was crazy, but Harley did it. Of course, there were still some left, not many, but some.

Once she finished reloading her gun, she jumped up from behind the barrel, gun in hand as she fired. Firing for anything, anyone.

The rest of them plummeted to the ground, letting Harley get a breath in. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, to which she wiped away. She puts her gun back in its holster. She hates this wasteland..

She swears she didn't even mean to venture into a raider camp, she thought it was abandoned. Hopefully this is a learning experience for her, y'know, to not go into camps with no caution.

Finally calming down, she approaches one of the dead bodies, crouching down to loot them of their things. Searching through the pockets of the dead raiders jacket, she found scraps, but she could use it for something.

Sounds of footsteps approaching come from behind her. With no extra thought, she pulls out her gun, turning around to point it at them.

The person that stood in front of her looked.. unusual to say the least. Donned in a blue and yellow suit, they put their hands up. Harley swears she's seen that suit before, but can't remember where.

"What do you think you're doing?" Harley squints at them as she slowly stands up, still pointing her gun at the girl.

"I-I mean no harm." The brown-haired girl breaths out, fear lingering from her. "I just heard gunshots is all.."

With her free hand, Harley runs it through her messy, tangled hair, slowly approaching the girl. Hey.. she knows where she's seen that suit before.

"You're a vault dweller, huh?" She says with a chuckle.

"Yes." She quickly nods. "Yes, I am—"

"Could you, um, possibly put down the gun?" The girl asks politely.

Hesitantly, she lowers her gun, though she didn't put it back in its holster, just incase. How funny that one of those vault dwellers got out. She thought they weren't able to or something, but here she is.

"What're you doing out of your vault?" Harley asks, hinting a joking undertone.

"Im trying to find my dad."

The girl cautiously lowers her hand, making Harley raise a brow at her, but she lets the vault dweller do it, putting her hand into her pocket to take out a picture. She shows it to her, the picture being one of a man; a man she has never seen in her life.

"Have—have you seen this man around here?"

"No."

"Oh, okay.."

They awkwardly stand there, neither really knowing what to say. Wanting to break the deafening silence, she speaks up:

"I could help y—"

"Really?" The girl cuts her off.

"Let me finish my sentence.." she replies roughly. "For a price, was what I was gonna say."

"For a price?"

"Yes, for a price."

The girl thought about the trade, thinking it was a fair-ish. Though, she really didn't have a lot of bottle caps on her right now.

With a sigh, she took out her remaining bottle caps, which it was only a few, and handed it to Harley. Harley took it with a grin, stuffing it in her satchel.

"Alright," she smirks, "let's get set on our way then." Harley says as she begins to walk away, the girl quickly following after her.

She has no clue where this girls dad is, but she supposes she'll at least try and help her.