' You know how you feel and that’s all . ' cowboys-screaming(.)mp3
@goodwilled
What do you do when your entire life falls apart? What do you do when it just keeps crumbling? It’s been three weeks since her small group left the vault and nothing has gone right since. 14 of them had left the vault. 3 of them are left. Even with the Minutemen’s help it might be two soon if little Rosie (she’s just kid) can’t shake off her infection and damn her but Dalbir can’t help but wonder if it wouldn’t have been better if they’d just stayed in the vault.
“But I don’t,” she says eventually and hates the way she sounds like a whiny teenager. They’re sat staring into the small fire the Minutemen built up to keep them warm through another night of being too terrified to sleep. Apparently there’s a settlement that will take them in about another half a days walk from here, but Dalbir can’t make herself feel excited about it. To be honest, she can’t really make herself feel excited about the prospect of surviving out here at all. The prospect of years of the same bullshit they’ve been through for the past few weeks is terrifying. “The vault was bad but this-this is worse and I don’t-none of us are prepared for this but we can’t go back. What are we meant to do?”
