This chapter will be mainly about Gillian's backstory, to give a bit more definition to her.
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You were walking down a dirt path with Gillian. "So what did you join the fight for?" You asked, trying to break the deafening silence.
"Mother fucker! I knew you would ask that..." She mumbles.
"This whole god damn fight got me involved by," she choked back a tear.
"My asshole of a brother. He was going to get himself killed. No matter how many times he called me a bitch, I couldn't let him charge out there to get killed within the first 5 seconds." She sighed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up your brother." She looked back at you.
"Are you fucking kidding me!? I HATED him. He was a total fucktard." Her face went back to its scolding look.
"If you hated him so much, why were you crying?" You flinched, fearing she would punch you.
"Because he was the only goddamn family I had left. And I wasn't crying, I had dust I'm my eyes." She ""clarified"".
"Oh..." You rubbed your arm.
"Base to Gillian. Come in Gillian." The walkie talkie screeched.
"This is Gillian. What do you need?" You two stopped walking.
"Is Rookie with you?"
"Yes, they're here."
"Good, you're both alive. We have an emergency. Get to the helicopter as quick as possible!"
"Fuck. Roger that! On our way!" She clipped the walkie talkie back to her belt and turned to you.
"Let's go. I wonder what hell we're about to face."
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Welcome to Nuketown! (On Hold)
AdventureYou looked at your friends as everyone walked along. You were going back to the war zone. You all had played a big part in the war, so after half of your group missed the end, it was only fitting that they went back to see the damage that was done...
