Lucy had been traveling with the other wanderer for a few days now, simply exploring the barren landscape that their world had become. The dry wind carried the faint smell of dust and something metallic as they walked, the sound of gravel crunching beneath their boots the only consistent noise in the otherwise eerie silence. It was comforting, having someone along who seemed to have some semblance of what they were doing. They had together taken down quite a few foes, mostly mutated bugs but it was a start.

The sun began to set as the pair walked, painting the sky in brilliant oranges and reds that clashed dramatically with the gray, lifeless horizon. When the other traveler suggested they start a fire, Lucy readily agreed, her stomach growling at the thought of warm food. Just by luck, they spotted a broken-down camper trailer ahead, its windows shattered and side dented but still mostly intact—perfect shelter for the night. The rusted metal creaked in the wind as they approached, and Lucy could smell mildew and something unidentifiable coming from inside.

Lucy got to starting a fire as her companion cleared the camper of anything they didn't need, or could use as fuel. The only thing flammable left was the couch cushions, which were tearing apart and infested with some kind of small black bugs, but it was better than nothing. As she struck the flint, sparks flew upward into the darkening sky, and she shielded the tiny flame with her hands until it caught hold of the dry material.

"I got that fire started," Lucy called out, straightening up and brushing dirt from her blue vault jumpsuit. The firelight danced across her face as she looked toward the camper, the Pip-Boy on her wrist casting a faint green glow. "You think we have enough fuel to cook the food, or should I take a look as well?"