Fallout: NV Time to get a move along

Life is a tragedy

This chapter will go over some of my OC, Sully, past, and focus on Remy and Reilly when they find their sister. Warning: implied sexual assault, abuse..this is just a sad chapter but the next one will be much better. I promise. Enjoy.

-Sully's PoV, after the Tops conspiracy-
"Remy, Reilly!" I breathed, flipping the small, weighted chip in my hand. The wasteland ambience could be heard before the wind picked up, as if to match this situation's emotion. I had literally made it all the way back to our destroyed HQ. Now where were we supposed to go?
"You guys! Oh my God! I was really worried.."
The looks on their faces: frustration, fatigue. Reilly growled at me, the norm, but something was off about her response time. Remy on the other hand, gave me a seemingly nonchalant glance before hot tears streaked her beautiful face; She finally realized what I had in my possession: their sister.
"Oh gods.." she exhaled, dropping the random junk between her thick arms and crouching before shakily crawling over to her sister's corpse.

Loved ones are people when they are alive and well, but upon death, it's disrespectful to call them a corpse. But that's what they are.
Rotting, dead flesh for the dogs to eat at. Or maybee that's what my childhood made me believe. The people I grew up watching.
I settled Revy's body behind me and turned around to stand, looking out into the depths of the murky wastes. She was a sweet girl, don't get me wrong, but I just couldn't bear to see her like this. I would have buried her myself, but it wasn't my place to do it, besides, Reilly would skin my testicles and there's no telling what else she'd do.
"No..no..NO!" From behind me I could hear the broken sobs of the older sister,  yet it physically felt like my heart was breaking into a million, tiny pieces. Reilly's eyes caught her sister's form before moving over the body of the cold, deceased female lying under her.

I'm sure she knew what was there before she even heard Remy cry, she was good like that. She had a nose like a dog, an eye like a hawk and sensitive hearing.

My nervous gaze fell back onto her shorter frame. For a split second I could see her beady, mismatched eyes flash in horror, a range of emotion crossing her round face. The sun caught the golden tips of her ombréd hair, and I imagined it would stand and catch fire before her eyes rolled back dramatically then she'd let out a blood curdling scream. As she charged up for a wail, it was apparent that she was about to lose it. I prayed that they didn't attract any unnecessary attention, for this was not the best time.

There was no use calling out to Reilly, she wasn't mentally here for the next hour.
I stood back as she chucked the random weapons and food she held within her strong, tan arms. Reilly crouched down onto the balls of her dirty feet like a deranged man and yanked at her short, spiky locks. I watched her lurch forward and the sound of her violently vomiting made me turn my head away in disgust. Her breaths came in short pants every few seconds after. I could sense her trying to calm herself, but her restraints were fully shattered.
"Fuck! Fuck FUUUCK!" She collapsed onto all fours bearing her sharp, teeth.
I couldn't just stand there and watch her foam at the mouth, however she wasn't going to have it. I turned to Remy, who was rocking back and forth with her dead sister in her arms.

Dead.
That word did not sit well.

Broken sobs shook her thick frame. I closed my eyes choosing to focus on running the weighted chip over my calloused palm. The smooth, cold surface of the round chip cooling my finger tips. Between Reilly's demented howling and Remy's heartbroken wailing, it wasn't much of an escape. I put my head between my hands, desperately trying to cover my ears. I could still hear it.

The crying.

-Sully's, age 13-
Life was a struggle out here. My mother and I struggled to find enough food to survive day by day. While I was passed out from exhaustion one night, my dad left us. With nothing. He stole everything that wasn't too heavy to carry away from our makeshift home. Despite all of this I was determined to keep us going. I was determined to keep smiling as if nothing could bruise me.