ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ⠀. . . 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑯 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑲𝑬 !! ㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦. ㅤ

— of the words felt sour on his tongue. For some inexplicable reason, Kenneth didn't 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 to run. What he wanted, what he found himself yearning for, was to stay. "What'd'ya say? Deal?"

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— obscuring his vision so much that he was unsure whether he was actually aiming correctly. He just hoped his clothing wasn't noticeable. "Let me just walk right out that door now, and you'll never have to see me again." He hadn't meant to say it like a lie, but the taste —

— unscathed. Then again, if this stranger was lying, revealing himself could prove fatal. And he only had seconds to decide. His own weapon was raised as he stood; he thought it was only fair. I come in peace. I promise." The green glow from the Pip-Boy made him squint, —

Kenneth's instincts screamed at him to stay hidden. People lied easily in the Commonwealth these days, he himself among them. It wasn't wrong, necessarily. But he couldn't stay hidden forever. If he took this stranger at their word, perhaps he could still get out of this —

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— had already left themselves, they'd no doubt have heard his mistake.

— wouldn't be any trouble. But when did anything ever go smoothly for him? A line of hanging tin cans signalled his presence loudly, clanging as his shoulder collided with the aluminium. He swore under his breath. Unless his luck had turned favour and the mysterious shooter —

— afraid for his own life; disguised as a raider had seemed like a sensible idea at the start of this mission. Now, it might very well be the thing that got him killed. When the firing finally stopped, he began to tiptoe his way to the exit. If he could get out quietly, there —

— to escape through the back exit. Whoever had come in was a damn good shot, he had to admit. He was almost jealous at the speed in which they managed to take them all down. Not the quickest on record perhaps, but still highly impressive. He'd have said as much had he not been —

— Understandable, then, that he was itching to leave this hellhole as fast as possible. Survival instincts had kicked in upon Ken hearing someone else enter the raiders' den and begin firing at them. He had dropped to a defensive position, taking out any stragglers who tried —

Raiders, Kenneth had come to humbly realise, were some of his least favourite opponents to deal with in the wasteland. They weren't the worst by any means (that honor went to a whole host of other assholes) but they were by far some of the most annoying. —

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 . ⠀

ㅤ { 𝒉𝒆𝒚 , 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒑 . 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 } #FALLOUTRP , #FO4RP , #FONVRP ㅤ

Raises a glass. "Merry Christmas, Nora. I hope to god that wherever it is that you are now is a hell of a lot better than this."

He's 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 in the shadows.

For the record, he isn't a fossil. Popsicle is the far more accurate term.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ⠀. . . 𝑷𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑹 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 !! ㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦. ㅤ

His plan 𝒉𝒂𝒅 been to keep on walking until the next settlement but Ken's legs are getting weary. He's now slumping against the back of an old billboard, Nuka-Cola bottle at his lips.

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