“No. Nope. Definitely not. Nope.” You said to yourself as you were out scavenging. Being low on bottle caps was starting to take its toll, there had to be something here worth at least a hundred.

You were just about to call it a day when suddenly you heard a scream.

Rushing to your 2 headed horse, you quickly mounted and rushed towards the noise and was met with an ugly looking Ghoul dunking some poor girl in a Vault suit into dangerous waters.

Just as the girl comes up for air, water dripping, hair a mess, her bloodshot eyes look towards you and plead.

“Help.” Her voice doesn’t leave her throat but you can make out the words from where you sat atop your horse, hand against your shotgun.

You don’t think. For some reason you just shoot.

Straight at the Ghoul.