The young girl managed to reach the ruins of D.C., and to the National Mall. She was thrown out of loop with the tunnels, was trapped in one section of the tunnel, and then by accident she became distracted by her Pipboy. As time passed, she became aware she was utterly lost in another part of the metro. What an embarrassment. Thank God she was alone... At least.
She mulled over the constant reminders and the warnings of the probable dangers the tunnels had in store, but never she realized such things as a human that reeked like a foul corpse and looked of a depraved animal mixed with a skeleton would lunge at her. They attacked and attempted to murder her. They tried to bite her with their ajar teeth, and wanted to scratch her with their nearly skinless hands. Their fingernails resembled more of claws than just ordinary human nails.
Her eyebrows furrowed at the memory, and drink down whatever pieces of food that came up from her unsettled stomach. The idea that these poor, mindless souls nothing better to do than consume her just sent shivers down her spine. She knew it would be best if she avoided the metro station until she needed to travel back east. On a side note, she recalled on how seemingly lucky she actually was to make it out with only a few deep bruises, some cuts, and a torn under shirt. Her heart thumped in rhythm she jogged. Only a few more feet before she reached her desired location, The famous ghoul dwelling called 'The Underworld.”
It had been mentioned several times by Gob; the shy, soft-spoken man back in Megaton. He spoke often about the place, in a fond manner. He said that the museum was his home for many years, before found himself as a partial slave to the Irish-bred bastard, Moriarty. He informed her that the very well known placed titled “The Underworld” was meant to be an absolute safe haven for all people similar to himself, in fact. Yet, he did mention they took in -humans- like herself.
His often brief mentions made her realize that she needed to stay at least a night in that quaint place when she reached the ruins. There was an area where they actual beds, for her to rest in comfortably. Supplies, food, and booze to purchase. And the most essential need of all; a doctor on hand. Which she absolutely wished for after all her constant run ins while on on foot. She only hoped none of these people would rip her off. She was still far from wealthy.
She also required someplace or someone to trade her extra baggage she lugged around.
She groaned slightly at the weight of her sack.
Heavy boots stepped in front of the entrance of the Museum of History. She stared at the haunted appearance. An uneasy, disturbed emotion unsettled her for a moment. That skull... was terrifying. Whose bright idea was it to build that above the museum's doors, anyways?
Just before she reached the stairs to the front entrance, she was stopped by a retort in her general direction. The voice was soft, slightly silky, and raspy.
“Someone has a death wish.”
Did she mention cocky? Yeah. That too.
She felt instantly insulted by the remark. She gripped her weapon tightly within her whitened knuckles. The brunette cocked her head back. She felt threatened, but was prepared to battle at any time. She raised her weapon for a mere second, and paused. She took a couple of steps forward, and her eyes locked on the person with the snotty attitude. Her eyes blinked twice.
You and I Are In 'Unity' 2/?
She mulled over the constant reminders and the warnings of the probable dangers the tunnels had in store, but never she realized such things as a human that reeked like a foul corpse and looked of a depraved animal mixed with a skeleton would lunge at her. They attacked and attempted to murder her. They tried to bite her with their ajar teeth, and wanted to scratch her with their nearly skinless hands. Their fingernails resembled more of claws than just ordinary human nails.
Her eyebrows furrowed at the memory, and drink down whatever pieces of food that came up from her unsettled stomach. The idea that these poor, mindless souls nothing better to do than consume her just sent shivers down her spine. She knew it would be best if she avoided the metro station until she needed to travel back east. On a side note, she recalled on how seemingly lucky she actually was to make it out with only a few deep bruises, some cuts, and a torn under shirt. Her heart thumped in rhythm she jogged. Only a few more feet before she reached her desired location, The famous ghoul dwelling called 'The Underworld.”
It had been mentioned several times by Gob; the shy, soft-spoken man back in Megaton. He spoke often about the place, in a fond manner. He said that the museum was his home for many years, before found himself as a partial slave to the Irish-bred bastard, Moriarty. He informed her that the very well known placed titled “The Underworld” was meant to be an absolute safe haven for all people similar to himself, in fact. Yet, he did mention they took in -humans- like herself.
His often brief mentions made her realize that she needed to stay at least a night in that quaint place when she reached the ruins. There was an area where they actual beds, for her to rest in comfortably. Supplies, food, and booze to purchase. And the most essential need of all; a doctor on hand. Which she absolutely wished for after all her constant run ins while on on foot. She only hoped none of these people would rip her off. She was still far from wealthy.
She also required someplace or someone to trade her extra baggage she lugged around.
She groaned slightly at the weight of her sack.
Heavy boots stepped in front of the entrance of the Museum of History. She stared at the haunted appearance. An uneasy, disturbed emotion unsettled her for a moment. That skull... was terrifying. Whose bright idea was it to build that above the museum's doors, anyways?
Just before she reached the stairs to the front entrance, she was stopped by a retort in her general direction. The voice was soft, slightly silky, and raspy.
“Someone has a death wish.”
Did she mention cocky? Yeah. That too.
She felt instantly insulted by the remark. She gripped her weapon tightly within her whitened knuckles. The brunette cocked her head back. She felt threatened, but was prepared to battle at any time. She raised her weapon for a mere second, and paused. She took a couple of steps forward, and her eyes locked on the person with the snotty attitude. Her eyes blinked twice.
“Wha-...?”