The typical vault-dweller would never survive a day outside of their vaults. Sure, they might have training, but the world was nothing they could prepare for. Hot sun, tripping sands, radiated water and food. It was a deathtrap.

Lucy had never been typical.

Somehow, she survived, stumbling through the hot sun. Her stomach twisted painfully and she curled over, emptying it onto the dry sands. She had drunk some dirty water out of pure need, or else she would have died of thirst. And now, she was suffering the consequences.

Radiation sickness.