ashe-kepley:
“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.”
For the first time in a while, Radix wasn’t taken by surprise. She still managed a good handshake, though, something her very first foster father had taught her. “Thank you - most people just think it’s weird. I like Asher, too - sounds like the strong, silent hero from a 90′s video game.”
Radix laughed softly. “You’ve got yourself a deal. I won’t make you carry everything, though, I can help out a little if we’ve got to walk all that way. From the plans I could find there are a couple of storage rooms that are our best bet. And we need to get into the Administrator’s office. It’s the only area controlled by its own locking mechanism which means it’s where the good stuff is.”
Asher’s comment made her laugh, but it also made her wonder. “I don’t know what the wildlife is going to look like - that’s a good question, though. Hopefully nothing huge and maneating, at least. Come on, this way.”
