“You killed that man,” Lucy choked, her eyes wide open as she stared at the limp body on the ground. For a moment, that was all she could manage to get out, the only thought in her mind.

Two days. That’s how long she’d been out of the vault. Only a short, stressful two days. She had met her newest companion fairly recently, and thought they were good company — seeing as they had yet to try to kill or sell her like the rest — and they just... killed a man. Like it was nothing; like that person was a rabid dog.

“He’s dead. You-” She paused, as if trying to wrap her mind around it. “He’s dead!”