Not really knowing where she was or what she was doing, Silvie had decided to follow after Bruce who seemed to be quite competent. Animals knew what to do in times of crises better than humans, right? Rather than heading straight down the road that led down the hill, the large dog instead began to sniff around into the the small trailer which had the control panel to the vault door. Tentatively she followed the dog up the rusty ramp inside and took a look around. The place looked trashed, not only by the bombs, but by human activity as well: things looked haphazardly thrown around, there were bullet holes in the terminal, and spray painted profanity decorated the walls...the whole thing made Silvie quite uncomfortable. She was about to turn around and leave before she heard Bruce scratching on something hard and plastic. Crouching down, Silvie looked under the counter to see Bruce trying to get into a plastic cooler...with his wide mouth, Bruce could have easily cracked the plastic box open, so Silvie assumed he didn't because he was smart enough to not risk harming the contents inside.
Sliding the cooler away from Bruce, Silvie undid the latch and opened it up to see some contents that were foreign to her. The first thing to catch her eye was a gun different to the one she had in her hand, this one looked far more primitive and patched together from excess parts. This interested Silvie, if she took it apart and saw how all the mechanisms connected, then maybe she could learn how to make a gun herself? It seemed a lot easier than trying to take the far better made pistol she already had. She decided to pocket the gun; while it caused a hard lump in her throat to form, she realized that killing was an integral part of this new world and she would need multiple guns for protection...plus if those Vault invaders came back, she wouldn't want them to have even more guns than they already had. In the cooler was also a couple boxes of ammo, both 10mm and .38 (she hoped at least one of those would go with her guns, because she had no idea), some medical pouches full of purple liquid labeled "Rad Away", and a jar labeled "Mentats".
After shoving all the contents into her backpack, Silvie also noticed a tin box taped shut and labeled "caps". She stood up with to box in hand, and while she didn't quite know what the purpose of the box was, she decided to keep it, as the box looked important. Also in the trailer was an emergency medical kit on the wall, which had some bandages, anti-septic, and three stimpacks inside. There was also a toolbox which contained a wrench, some screws, a screw driver, some bobbypins, and a roll of duck tape.
Bruce patiently waited of Silvie to finish looting before he led her back to the road so they could continue down the hill. While staring at his back as she followed, Silvie realized she had no idea what kind of dog Bruce could be. He didn't really look like any of the dogs that were in the Dog Breed book that was in the library back in her vault...could he be a mutt? A new breed? She was only distracted for a moment before an ominous loud buzzing sound and Bruce's growls snapped her out of her thoughts.
Hovering over a dead body was what appeared to be a giant mosquito. Silvie's legs buckled as Bruce lunged at the enormous bug, nearly missing one of it's spindly legs. The momentum kept the dog running, and Silvie shakily reached for one of the guns as the mosquito zeroed in on her and began to approach. She fired the gun in a panic and a spray of bullets erupted from the gun in a single click, shredding the mosquito to pieces, and showering blood everywhere. She didn't have time to process how different the new gun was from the one she used earlier, she was too focused on how much blood there was everywhere. One mosquito had drained an entire man dry. It had popped like a balloon and now it's lunch was all over her, the ground and her dog.
The sound of humming in the distance meant there were more of them, and her heart nearly stopped. She was going to die, wasn't she?
Sliding the cooler away from Bruce, Silvie undid the latch and opened it up to see some contents that were foreign to her. The first thing to catch her eye was a gun different to the one she had in her hand, this one looked far more primitive and patched together from excess parts. This interested Silvie, if she took it apart and saw how all the mechanisms connected, then maybe she could learn how to make a gun herself? It seemed a lot easier than trying to take the far better made pistol she already had. She decided to pocket the gun; while it caused a hard lump in her throat to form, she realized that killing was an integral part of this new world and she would need multiple guns for protection...plus if those Vault invaders came back, she wouldn't want them to have even more guns than they already had. In the cooler was also a couple boxes of ammo, both 10mm and .38 (she hoped at least one of those would go with her guns, because she had no idea), some medical pouches full of purple liquid labeled "Rad Away", and a jar labeled "Mentats".
After shoving all the contents into her backpack, Silvie also noticed a tin box taped shut and labeled "caps". She stood up with to box in hand, and while she didn't quite know what the purpose of the box was, she decided to keep it, as the box looked important. Also in the trailer was an emergency medical kit on the wall, which had some bandages, anti-septic, and three stimpacks inside. There was also a toolbox which contained a wrench, some screws, a screw driver, some bobbypins, and a roll of duck tape.
Bruce patiently waited of Silvie to finish looting before he led her back to the road so they could continue down the hill. While staring at his back as she followed, Silvie realized she had no idea what kind of dog Bruce could be. He didn't really look like any of the dogs that were in the Dog Breed book that was in the library back in her vault...could he be a mutt? A new breed? She was only distracted for a moment before an ominous loud buzzing sound and Bruce's growls snapped her out of her thoughts.
Hovering over a dead body was what appeared to be a giant mosquito. Silvie's legs buckled as Bruce lunged at the enormous bug, nearly missing one of it's spindly legs. The momentum kept the dog running, and Silvie shakily reached for one of the guns as the mosquito zeroed in on her and began to approach. She fired the gun in a panic and a spray of bullets erupted from the gun in a single click, shredding the mosquito to pieces, and showering blood everywhere. She didn't have time to process how different the new gun was from the one she used earlier, she was too focused on how much blood there was everywhere. One mosquito had drained an entire man dry. It had popped like a balloon and now it's lunch was all over her, the ground and her dog.
The sound of humming in the distance meant there were more of them, and her heart nearly stopped. She was going to die, wasn't she?
