It's a long two weeks to Zion. Every night when we set up camp and have dinner I think about Arcade. I write in my journal every night too. I plan to document my trip for Arcade. I think he would like that. Once we make it to Zion one of the people we were going with complains how we won't be able to go back the way we came. Uh-oh.
"Yea, uh, that's kind of a problem." I say.
"Relax you guys, we have Tony's pip-boy map. It'll be okay." The head of the caravan tries to reassure us. Not moments later we were ambushed by tribals. Killed everyone except me. They caught us off guard and hit us with poison darts. Got me too and I felt dizzy. I pulled the dart out of my arm and stumbled over to one of the dead tribals. I searched through his bag and found some antivenom and treated myself. I soon felt better. "Ugh, better watch out for that." I say. I grab some of their gear. As in tribal wear and weapons. I'll add drawings to the journal. I pack the stuff and keep moving. I see a tribal, white-legs I'm pretty sure, seeing as how their so violent. I pull my plasma defender and go to shoot it then a different looking tribal kills the white-legs. He takes me to the Dead Horses camp where I meet Joshua Graham. It's crazy. I've heard stories about this guy. Arcade is never going to believe me.
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Separation
FanfictionI'm a courier and a scientist of sorts, I met this wonderful man. He's a doctor with the Followers of the Apocalypse. We've been together for a while but I hear a call for a caravan. Happy Trails caravan.
