"That's a badass name. Asher," he said, taking the offered hand and shaking it firmly, "nice to meet ya, even if the circumstances are royally fucked."
Shouldering the heavy bag, he fiddled with the straps for a bit before hefting his weapon of choice over his shoulder.
"Alright. I say we keep scavenging for supplies as we go through the vault 'cause we're in for the hike of our lives. Weapons, food, and water. My sense of direction is not the best so if you're down with being the brains of this operation - which you clearly are - and navigate us in the right direction, I'll be the pack mule." To prove his commitment, he grabbed another bag, an empty one, and threw it over his shoulder to join the one already there.
Then, he smiled.
"As long as there's no rabid, mutated anything, we have a good change at making it to Cali."











