Dwellers chaos (redone)

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You pass by some abandon houses and ghoul says we better make camp. You gather some old furniture and break it down to make fire wood. You cover the windows up with old sheets and make the fire. You lay your blanket on the layer of sand that is on the floor. The ghoul just watches you as you try to sit comfortably on your blanket. He starts to chuckle.

"What is so amusing over there?" You ask.
"You darling. Not like your bed back in the vault?" He smirks.
"How did you know I'm from a vault? I never told you where I'm from." You say concerned.
"You're clean, for starters, and you are too nice. If you were from the surface, you would be a little meaner." He says as he stares at you through the fire.

You stand up and gesture for him to do the same. He gets up and just groans because you made him move. "Well, I'm up. Why did you make me get up?" He says.
"Make me look like I'm from the surface. It's needed for survival." You say as you let your hair out of the ponytail.
He stares at you then he pulls out a rag from his bag. You can see it has some blood on it. You stare at it and he smiles and says "for survival, ma'am, no one around here doesn't have some kind of blood on them. Metaphorical or literal."

You nod and he rubs it on your face. You shutter at how cold it is. He takes his sleeve and rubs most of it off. "There you are now initiated as a surface dweller."

"Keep going. I want to belong. Not just fit in."
He looks surprised that you are willing to let him continue. He grabs sand and rubs it into your hair. Then pats it out a little. He rips the sleeve on your left arm. He runs his hand over your stomach of your outfit and then grabs your waist. Your breath catches in your throat and he spins you around. You gasp. He then pulls out a knife.

Your eyes go big in surprise and he whispers in your ear, "do you think you can trust me?" You ponder for a few seconds and nod. "I trust you."

He smirks and takes his knife and cuts your left arm. You let out a small scream. He wraps it quickly in a rag from your bag and takes the blood and rubs it over your legs. He turns you back around and says, "my apologies, but no one has perfect skin up here. You wanted the full treatment." He says sitting back down kind of sad that he cut you. You sit next to him.

"No I asked you to do it. I'm sorry I made you cut me." You say as you reach for his hand.
He pulls away and you stare at him.

"You don't understand Y/N. I only hurt people who make me. I went against what I believe. Don't try to make me feel better." He scoots away a little.
"So look at me please?" You ask. He looks at you.

With one quick motion, you punch him in the jaw. He curses and holds his jaw. His other hand ready to pull his gun. "What was that for?"

"A reason to cut me. Now we are even." You nod.

"Maybe you have potential on the surface after all. I would not expect a vault dweller to do that." He rubs his jaw. "Nice hit by the way."
You smirk and go to your side and try to fall asleep by the fire. You look through the fire to see the ghoul looking at you and then pulls his hat over his eyes and starts to sleep as well.