“What the hell am I going to to now?” As I fall in a room full of holes and paper on the the floor, I felt this state of depression as if I had no hope. No sign of Shaun in any of the houses, but as i continue to let this depression consume me I’m interrupted by Sheila, she wants me to follow her. Before I get up I looked for a gun that actually fires this time. The rooms seem to be empty, well not “empty” they’re filled with chems, ammo, caps, and some guns. “Finally!” Weapons mostly consisting of assault rifles, shotguns, and snipers. I grabbed the assault rifle and a backpack to hold the ammo and medical supplies. “What?” As I walk outside with what I could carry Sheila is waiting for me beside some metal crates. *Sheila* you got to see what I can do in this form against those bandits, correct? “Yes, but we need to look for anything around here to protect us.” Sheila looked at me as if I needed sleep which I did. *Sheila* I’ll work on shelter, you’ll watch my back and scavenge for more supplies when I need them, alright. “Alright what do I need?” She let go of the metal crate to write the supplies on a clipboard then handed it to me. Supplies wooden planks x100, metal x150, screws x325, and any tec x100 operational or not. The pip-boy will help me track what she needs.
Well it shouldn’t be too hard to find these. Well we’re on the north side so I’ll search what I can from here to the east side of the houses, crates, and junk around here. Fuck, these bandits really messed these armor vehicles up. I can’t decide if age hit or something hit them to render them useless. -ugh-what is she doing? We should…should…I have no idea what we’re going to do, but this much junk in one place there has to be more bandits here that Sheila hasn’t found yet i better be on my toes for now on. The wood wasn’t hard since there was a container with enough wood to make a wooden house, weirdly it’s easy for a camp for a small battalion. A wagon near the crates of wood was a great convenience for me these boxes are heavy.the road seemed to cleared by Sheila just by picking up the metal cargo crates and letting them to the sides to open. Her hand formed a axe to cut off locks with her speed and strength. As I walk closer in she seems happy for the extra materials that I found, but I feel a sort of comfort as I walk in my house, my home. The place is different since Sheila patched up the holes, junk, and a robot wreckage. “Codsworth?” I know that’s him his code on the side, but he isn’t responding maybe he ran out of juice. He doesn’t look very damaged but a lot of scratches and claw marks over his body. Maybe, as I wondered in my head; what happened here I know a nuke went off but, how long have I been here? Shelia grabbed my shoulder and smelled the top of my head with a gentle touch. *Sheila* your hungry and tired. I’ll find something for us to eat, ok? “Alright, be careful some of those cages still had fresh blood on them.” The door shut as if she never heard me, I got up from the beat up old couch to explore my house. The hallway is empty as if it passed through a maturing stage, the rooms and storage are empty. The door to Shauns room is cleared nothing there, nothing here. Where did they take you, Shaun?
