Taking On Nuka World

Chapter 4

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Amelia and Gage had been having a grand time in Nuka World. Though she never imagined she would stoop so low as to become a raider. When she first encountered them she had thought she was better than that. Then one day, she realized that she wasn't. She was scum just like all of them. She didn't care what had happened, she wanted to just do what she wanted to do now. Unfortunately, what she wanted to do was kill and have sex and do drugs. She wanted to escape what was reality, to get away from what had happened, from what was happening.

Joining up with these raiders had been a great idea so far, aside from the rebellion of the Disciples. As it turned out, that had been fun anyway. She had enjoyed finally slicing into Nisha's flesh, she'd wanted to do it since they had first met. A side effect of the harsh ways of the Commonwealth was not only the need for killing, but the want to.

She slipped her pack off of her back and sat it down on a bench somewhere on the outskirts of Nuka World. They were near a  Red Rocket that they planned to set up as a settlement. So far they had only fought through wasteland creatures and a few stray Disciples to get here. A good day.

She rummaged through her back pack and finally pulled out a bottle of rum and sat it down between her legs for stability while she hunted for a snack as well. She finally settled on potato crisps, then zipped up her pack and sat it in the dirt beside the bench.

Gage scooted closer with the space where her pack had sat now empty. They hadn't had much time to just hang out since getting back at it. It had mostly been just chatting before bed about who would take watch first, and maybe a kiss or two. Nothing as intense as what had happened after she killed Nisha and they turned on the power.

Not that he didn't want to. God, how he wanted to take her, but the opportunity hadn't presented itself. They had alot to do now with the power back on, and that was okay. Work was good. 

He grabbed the bottle of rum and twisted off the cap, taking a long pull before giving it back to her. She grinned as she popped a stale potato chip into her mouth, her eyes locked on him as he swallowed. Her eyes traced the line of his jaw, then landed on his lips a second. He caught the glance, and as inticing as it was something else was on his mind.

"Hey, boss. Can I ask you something?"

She took a big swig of the rum before answering. "Shoot."

"You said you were a prewar gal?" She nodded thoughtfully, and he continued. "What was it like? Before the war I mean." He watched the look in her eyes change, they took on a glint of nostalgia, yet sadness.

"It's hard to believe I was ever anywhere but in this hell hole." She swallowed hard, she wasn't going to cry about it. Not anymore. "It was.." she sighed and shook her head, looking for a way to explain life before the bombs. Her mind kept settling on the soft grass under her as she and Nate propped against a tree as teenagers. The chirping of birds and smell of pine wafted through her mind. "Green." She finally decided.

He looked at her, clearly confused. "Green?"

"Yeah.." she grinned over at him and passed the rum back his way.  She pointed at a brittle tree, most of its limbs missing, and completely barren. "The trees, they were so leafy and beautiful. And the grass.. it was so soft. I used to love laying under the night sky with my husband in the grass on a hill outside of town. We'd just talk and watch the stars." She laughed softly. "It was an easier time."

He recalled seeing some pictures of things like she spoke of, but couldn't imagine what it was like. "So uhh.. do you miss your husband?" He couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

"Not anymore. He's lucky he doesn't have to live through all of this." She stole another glance at him, and could tell he was jealous even of her statement, he basically had a sign on his forehead stating so. "Don't be jealous. It doesn't look good on you. And besides, my husband is dead and so is my old life."