Lucy wasn't sure what she expected when planning to sneak out of Vault 33, but she definitely didn't expect miles and miles of sand. Sure, it was quite literally the aftermath of a nuclear fallout but surely there had to be something alive out here.

When she did eventually find camps of people, they either tried to kill her or were simply the irradiated real-life equivalent of zombies. Something she's learned are called ghouls, their rotting flesh emitting a sickly sweet stench that makes her gag whenever she encounters them.

As for today, it's simply been a schedule of her running from wastelanders trying to kill her for food and searching the arid ruins of civilization. The relentless sun beats down on her neck, burning through her vault suit, while her stomach growls constantly - she hasn't had a meal in a couple days, and the last thing she wanted was to use up the food she packed in her backpack too quickly.

After wandering aimlessly for a couple hours, her boots crunching on broken concrete, she spotted something in her peripheral vision, stopping mid-step and turning to see what was there. The wind shifts, bringing the faint scent of another living person and... a dog. Seeing that it was another woman and a dog made her less afraid, but didn't make her ease up entirely. Her hand hovers near the small knife she took from the vault, just in case.

"If you're going to try and kill me for food, could you just not?" she calls out, her voice hoarse from dehydration and lack of use. "I'm sick of having to run for my life every couple minutes, because for some reason morality doesn't exist up here!" She wasn't even sure why she was shouting, but the words tumble out anyway. "Also, I don't have any water on me! Just in case you were thinking that I had some in my backpack and were going to kill me for it."