“I guess that means we’re alone together for right now.”
She could relate to the feeling of solitude. After all, before they had teamed up together Kay was traveling by herself. Even before the nuclear apocalypse, she considered herself somewhat alone. Having moved from Hawaii to Massachusetts, she left behind many familiar faces to be surrounded by strangers.
Her husband was all she had, until the two of them had their beloved baby girl. Life seemed so perfect, but that couldn’t have been more wrong. The bombs were not the worst part. Kay had watched her family be taken away right in front of her, unable to stop it. It was a memory that kept her up at night. “My family’s… Gone. There’s only one piece of it left, and that’s my daughter.”
Where she was, Kay didn’t know. She only had the kidnapper’s face ingrained in her mind, and a stubborn will as her plan to find her. Every day felt closer to finding her baby, yet farther at the same time. It was torture, and she wanted it to end.
“I need to find her. Once I do, maybe I can try to make life almost as good as it once was.”
A few moments of silence passed as she began to feel the weight of the serious conversation. In a poor attempt to lift the situation, she laughed dryly and looked up at him. “I guess after my shitty company you’re probably looking forward to being alone again, huh?”
“ Can’t say I know. Bein’ alone... it makes me feel free. But sometimes it’s just damn lonely. ”
Roadkill’s solitude had left emotionally distant from others. His years traveling America alone after leaving the Mojave for good he never found another bond. It wasn’t something that heavily burdened him, at least that’s what he thought. The detachment from others only furthered his violence, not seeing other beings as worthy of life.
But now work provided Roadkill with an excuse to take a break. Lay low for some time before departing from his employer when his urges worsened. There was a certain quirk about Roadkill, one that was gruesome in nature. He found it hard to focus on good deeds for long when his indulgence in criminal actions felt so good.
There was short pause while the man looked up from the fire to study his employer. Her features told a story of sadness, a hollow loneliness.
“ I reckon yer gonna find your baby. Commonwealth ain’t like where I come, things are different here. It’s tame. ”
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