In Need (closed w/ damnimitation)
His eye hurt. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, his legs hurt -- everything hurt. Everything happened so fast, and Carlos was still trying to come to terms with it. He'd been confronted by a couple wastelanders out in the Fens who demanded his bags. One hit him with their pipe rifle, and while he was reeling they shoved him to the ground, hitting him and taking his things away. They got both of his bags of salvage and even his Pip-boy -- his arm felt bare and naked without it.
Carlos had nothing now and after they left he knew he couldn't run after them. He pulled himself up and, hearing gunfire and what sounded like yelling supermutants from nearby, he went into a nearby open storefront for cover. He sat on an old padded bench, holding his stomach as he felt a little like he was going to throw up. He was trying not to cry -- he didn't want to attract anything to him while he was like this. He was scared and hurt... and he didn't know what he was going to do.
@damnimitation