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Skinless 1b/?

(Anonymous) 2012-05-02 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I wake up on a bed. It's lumpy and I can feel dirt and grime under my hands and neck, but it's definitely a bed. I open my eyes, and see that I'm inside...something. Somewhere. There are other beds all around me, so maybe communal barracks? The guy from before is sitting near my bed on a chair, and this time, I try not to freak the fuck out on him.

But when I say this guy doesn't have a face, I mean, like, he doesn't have a face. I can see his eyes and he seems to have...an eyelid and no, there's no nose and I can see the muscles in his jaw moving as he smiles at me. Like, I can see them tense and tighten because there is no skin covering them. I have no idea what I've walked into here. I have no idea if this is okay. I realise, for the first time, that I could have just walked into a settlement of cannibals here and not realised it at all.

I take a shaky breath, and sit up.

He looks friendly, does the faceless man. He's got a duster on and a big star pinned to his jacket, the kind that they wore in the Old West to mark out the Sheriff. He's smiling, and he's holding his hands up, and I guess if he wanted to eat me or kill me he would have done it when I was unconscious, instead of putting me to bed and sitting patiently waiting for me to wake up.

I exhale, and think maybe I'm ready to deal with this.

"I just got out of a vault," is what my brain decides to run with as an opener. My voice is somewhere between crackly and squeaky, and I touch my throat. I hadn't realised how thirsty I was.

The faceless guy's smile stays in place. "Figured as much," he says, with a meaningful glance at my jumpsuit. "I'm guessing that's why you seem so shocked right now. Can't imagine they have many ghouls down in those places."

"Ghoul?" Even as I say it, I figure out it's the name for whatever this man is. But the name and the person before me don't connect up, so I let him keep smiling understandingly, and carry on.

"I'm Lucas Simms," he says. "Let me tell you a little bit about the Capitol Wasteland."

*

Alright then.

So, ghouls.

Huh.

Who’d have thunk?

*
Oh wow okay that water is really irradiated. Blegh. Ugh.

God, this is really...the world. This is America, isn’t it?

This is what’s left.

*
I never realised...I never thought...

Life in the vault – the whole vault itself – it’s just been...my whole life. Manufactured, structured. And out here, there’s dirt and sky and night time and sunlight and everyone looks so thin.

And these guys...

These are the ones the radiation helps.

What’s it like out there?

*

Okay, okay, so call me sheltered, but it’s a lot to take in, you know? Lucas is gone and I’m pretty beat. My Pip-Boy’s telling me it’s only something like 2pm outside but it feels like I’ve been awake all night. I guess, not counting my prima donna fainting spell, I kinda have. Since Amata woke me up, things have been...

Yeah.

I’m just sitting here looking at my hands. I know what ghouls are, now, and I know how many of them there are. I keep wondering if, you know, if that’s going to be. In a month. In a year. If my skin’s gonna come off and my hair’s gonna fall out and...am I going to ghoulify?

Look, call me a bigot, whatever (yeah, Lucas explained that little unsavoury part of the wastes, too) but I don’t want to...change like that. I like my skin. I’ve had it all my life. It’s this crazy shit spinning through my head, because every time I think how much I don’t want to start turning into a ghoul, I start thinking about how probably Lucas didn’t exactly have his heart set on it, either. Or anyone.

He told me he had always wanted a kid. A son. Ghouls are infertile.

He told me he would have named him Hardin.

This is a pretty shitty world, and I don’t know why I think I expected anything different.

That’s the thing, I guess. I didn’t expect anything.

I never expected to have to find out.

*