INTO THE WASTELAND... AGAIN!

Relationships in Lexington

Jennifer, the friendly Raider, gives us some insight into her past, everything from being sold to the raiders by her own parents, to the gut-retching information of all the people she's murdered, to the rage-inducing fact that she was turned into a sex slave until she became a raider. She then told us about where her former boss's next location was going to be, a crash site in Concord. I look at my Pip-boy, with the information given by Jennifer, the device had updated itself.

"Well it looks like we're going to have to pay your old boss a visit. No body should have to go through that. How well can you handle yourself?" I say, searching the rest of the Raiders. 

"In my time with the raiders, they seem to like my abilities with automatic weapons." Jennifer responds, picking up her Assault rifle.

"We'll have to get you some better armor, and some decent Back-up weapons." Piper says, helping Jennifer with her armor.

"Well, I know one thing, your abilities with weapons, Fang you're gifted with Scoped weapons, And Piper your skilled with Rifles, and Handguns." Jen says with confidence.

Piper and I were Surprised, as she had hit the nail on the head with her analysis. We get suited up and ready to set out. We set up into a triangle formation, Piper taking point, While Jen and I take up the rear. We make our way to a small little diner, which seems to be deserted. I sneak around the side of the building and go in through the back door. A couple of mutated hounds had made the diner their den. The three of us clear them out with only a couple of scratches to show, nothing too bad. We salvage what we can from the diner and continue on our way. We make it to the city of Cambridge. It's overrun with Feral Ghouls, as we barely got into the city and were attacked within seconds of stepping foot into the city limits. The three of us, however easily put the ghouls down and made our way further in.

Piper has been keeping to herself yet again. So this time, I intervene and find out whats bothering her. We take shelter for the night in the remains of an old bus, which seems to be well boarded up, and only has only access point, the Side door. Once everything settled down and we had dinner, i walked over to Piper.

"Hey, you alright?" I ask, sitting down, across from her.

"No, not really, I just can't help but feel like your wife's death is on my hands. You all had just awoken after god knows how many years, and your first moments in this new world are shot to hell by a synth that i should've known was off." Piper replies.

"Piper, you can't blame yourself for what happened. Yes, it was very unfortunate and devastating but, my wife wasn't much of a fighter. Trying to survive this new world, it would've chewed her up, and spit her back out. I miss her dearly, but if i know anything about my wife, it's the fact that she wouldn't want anyone dwelling on her, especially in a place like this. Besides, if the roles were reversed, i would want her to carry on and find somebody out here who will love her and keep her safe." I respond. "Honestly, i think my wife would've wanted me to be happy, even if it meant trying to find love in a hell hole of place like the commonwealth."

"Well, it still doesn't... Wait, what? What did you say?" Piper asks, taken back by what i said.

"Well, Piper, I'll admit it, after the death of Nora, and the events leading up til now, i have taken a liking to you." I reply, watching her body.

"I like you, too, but what has this got to do with the situation?" Piper asked, confused.

"Piper, You've never had a relationship or any kind of romantic flare, have you?" Jen asks, chuckling.

Piper's face goes red, and now she can't even look at me without blushing. She starts to withdraw herself, and that's when I get up and walk over her. I pick her up and carry her bridal style to the other end of the bus, she's as red as a freshly waxed firetruck. I finally get her to look at me, and when she does, I give her a long, deep kiss. She pulls away, which at first, catches me off guard. But then, she jumps out of my arms, throws hers around me, and kisses me back, deeper and longer than the first. When we finally separate, Jen is giving us a round of applause, and a couple whistles. The celebration was cut short, because the whistles had attracted the attention of something outside the bus, and it was big.