#surviivalism

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     MacCready had to force himself not to roll his eyes at the woman’s rash behavior. Sure it was broken, but it wasn’t going to kill her. Instead he flinches at the harsh tone she snaps towards him. Blue eyes moving from the broken limb to her eyes. “ It can’t be that bad. ” He muttered, while lightly tracing his hand across the tender arm. Or maybe it was. From the actions she was making and how tense the arm felt... he was surprised she wasn’t yelling out in agony. Partially glad she wasn’t though, the ex-gunner would have to put a sock in her mouth just so they wouldn’t get detected.

      “ Should’ve told me that in the first place before I began to see the damage. ” MacCready grunted, moving a few inches away before rising to his feet to look for her bag. Spotting it on her back, he circled around the woman and crouched down, wondering what had happened for her to be this clumsy. He had seen the super mutants, fought them even, but never noticed that they had the actual brain power to sneak right behind them. They were getting smarter and smarter by the day and it was beginning to get the sharpshooter worried.

    Though the Sole Survivor was right, the sky was darkening and soon the night would settle in. The duo needed to find shelter and quick. Rummaging through the pack, past the junk he complained about and to the healing that she had spoke about. Taking one out, he crawled back to her frontal view, popping the cap off from the top and gently moving the needle to her upper arm, watching the meter hit the green. He pulled out the object and leant back on his haunches, a sigh left his lips.

[justabartender]

surviivalism

“You don’t look one for the New York life, man. No offense.”  Then again, it was a melting pot. How dare you judge Desmond.

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surviivalism replied to your post “[ Also, after searching for way too long for a human (live action,...”

y dont you use olivia wilde in that movie she had pink hair :33

[ First: Wait, what? ._. Second: It would be preferable if the fc was Asian bc yes ]

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surviivalism

She always pictured herself getting away. Sooner or later, she'd get away. She dreamed of it, dreamed of the day it would all be over and she would finally get the freedom she wanted so badly, longed for, craved. Those thoughts were her lullabies, nights spent awake and elaborating the escape plan.

It turned out it didn't take much planning in the end.                                                    Only blind rage.

Young, alone, with a bag full of whatever clothes her hands grabbed and money-- As soon as she was out the door, Toni took as much money as the ATM would allow before Howard had the time to cancel her account.                           And then she r a n.

She ran until she was hungry, well past midnight, and bribed the attendant in a drive through to serve her despite the fact that she wasn't driving anything. And after she ate, Toni dug around her bag for her pack of cigarettes and lighter. Only the latter was nowhere to be found.

There was another girl, maybe older or about the same age, Toni couldn't tell in the dark. But she hid in the same shadows, alone in the night. And maybe it was unwise, but Toni approached her, anyway.

                       "You got a lighter?"