Olivia exhaled slowly, her breath flowing past her dry lips. No matter how many times she licked them, they always got still dryer. I'm too stubborn, she thought to herself. I've a full canteen in my pack, yet I won't even go to grab it. She was stubborn, yes, but also prideful and a bit foolhardy. She'd do anything to prove that the elements and her peers couldn't best her. Olivia could feel the hot sun bearing down on her, making her dark hair feel hot atop her head, slicked back from her face as it was.
There were few sings of life out here, and Olivia grit her teeth, fingers twitching nervously over her handgun. Perhaps there were people who had survived out here in this nuclear wasteland. Certainly there were enough who had perished, and were still perishing. It was one reason why Olivia was grateful for the sterile life inside the Fallout. It was all she'd ever known, aside from the stories her father used to tell of what the outside world was like. Perhaps his corpse was out here somewhere, claimed by radiation and other invisible poisons.
Her feet moved over the ground, stirring up as little dust as she could. There were feral things out here.