maximus trudged through the wasteland in his stolen power-armour, sweating with every step he took. who decided that these suits of armour should be so heavy?

he picked up a bottle of nuka-cola that he had found, just when he heard screams coming from his left. he ran in the heavy suit to see what the problem was, only to see a vault dweller stomping on a radroach. “you really shouldn’t step on them,” he called out cautiously.