SUNSHINE | john hancock | fallout 4

[1] dreaming with a broken heart

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❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ,
ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪs
ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ.
ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴏʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴅ,
ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs,
ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ.
ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ: 'ᴡᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ?
ɪs ʜᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ?'
ɴᴏ ʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ's
ɢᴏɴᴇ, ɢᴏɴᴇ, ɢᴏɴᴇ, ɢᴏɴᴇ, ɢᴏɴᴇ. ❞
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I awoke with a start, grabbing my pistol from the bedside table and firing it where the bastard's face was merely seconds before. From the other side of the room, I heard a loud whirring sound and an angry "What the hell?"

My cheeks burned as I lowered my weapon. Then I glanced up to examine him for injuries. He truly was a sight. Synthetic skin covered his body, and metal, wires, and cables peaked through various holes, especially the large gap running down the left side of his cheek and neck. Vibrant, glowing, yellow orbs for eyes made most who were the object of their gaze squeamish. But aside from looking thoroughly startled, he was alright.

"Sorry, Nick," I mumbled, propping my elbows on my knees and covering my face with my shaking hands. "I just had a nightmare is all."

"Jesus, kid," He said, more softly once he understood it wasn't intentional, but still a bit indignantly. "Don't need an alarm clock with you around."

I reassessed my surroundings. An old, run-down shack with dilapidated walls and floors. The faded floral wallpaper was peeling from the walls, and the floorboards occasionally creaked and groaned. Sunlight filtered in through a boarded window. There was a non-functioning television in one corner, facing the recliner on which Nick previously rested.

Key word: previously.

In a gentle voice Nick asked, "Another one about the vault?"

I simply nodded, still reeling at how real the dream felt. The thought of Shaun was enough to cause my throat to tighten and my heart to ache.

After inhaling and exhaling another deep breath, I strapped on my boots, stood, and began preparing to leave by repacking cans, candles, and reloading my pistol and shotgun. My hands were still shaking.

"Woah, slow down." The wooden floorboards screeched in protest as Nick crossed the room to me, and I gave him a confused look. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his trench coat, and he tilted his head as he considered me. "Are you alright?" He finally asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

As I clipped the pistol back into its holder, I shook my head in order to clear my scattered thoughts. With a small smile, I said, "I'll feel better once we put a bullet in Kellogg's skull." Shouldering my backpack full of supplies, I added in a more cheerful tone, "Now let's get moving."

Nick hummed and followed me out of the shack, probably sensing that I wasn't going into depth about the nightmare. "What's on the agenda for today?"

Squinting my eyes as I stepped into the bright sunlight, I tapped my Pipboy and checked our location. "It's a straight shot from here to Goodneighbor. We'll stop for supplies, spend the night, then head out for Kellogg." As I talked, he pulled a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it.

Nick nodded and took a long drag. "Then let's hit the road." With that, we set out.

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