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Seeing A Ghost.

Fallout: Life In The Wasteland

Part 5 - "Catharsis"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: July 17, 2010

Dawn stepped out of the Brotherhood bunker dressed in the clothes she had worn before she had died, her red t-shirt with the wavy design of purple, the rip in the chest just a little bigger now, only barely revealing the top of her black silk bra. Her black bell-bottoms fit snugly, her socks and shoes on her feet. Her sunglasses hid her eyes from any that looked at her. Her hair was still a little wet, but Dawn had done her best to shake it dry while she was still in the bunker. The man inside, Jeff, had more or less kicked her out, telling her she had to leave as soon as possible. She still felt a little weak, walking slowly, heading through the streets of what was left of San Francisco, most of the Shi in the streets watching her curiously but quietly. Dawn didn't mind their looks; she knew they weren't used to seeing someone like herself. She walked into a building made of red brick and with a dark brown roof, a man of Japanese descent smiling and greeting her just inside the doorway. "Hello! How may I help you?"
Dawn glanced around the room. The floor's carpeting was dark brown, nearly black. Several armed guards stood around the room. A long counter sat nearby, a pre-war cash register sitting on it but looking mildly damaged. Guns and armour were stocked up on several shelves and in several bookcases, as well as ammo and medical supplies. Dawn politely said "I'm looking for something that'll at least get me to New Reno...Nothing really fancy." The man smiled more and said "How about a suit of leather armour and a normal Beretta?" Dawn shrugged gently. "Yeah, that could work." She said. The man asked "And how would you be paying for those items? Caps? Equipment?" Dawn thought for a moment. She noticed that the man would let his eyes wander along her body whenever he thought she wasn't looking or when she wouldn't notice. She smiled slightly. She gave him a bit of a pouty look, softly saying "Well, sir, I...I don't have any caps or equipment on me to trade...Truth be told, I was kind of hoping I could pay for the stuff in some...Other way..."
The man let a small grin come on his face. "Oh? Is that so?...Well!...I'm sure we can work something out..." Dawn smiled contently at the man, raising her eyebrows slightly. Hardly five minutes later, Dawn was walking out into the street outside the shop once more, wearing a suit of leather armour, a Beretta M9FS in her left hand, her right raised to her mouth, wiping at her lips with the back of her wrist. She glanced back at the store before walking on her way a little more quickly. She had only one clip of ammo, the one inside the Beretta itself. She had no stimpacks, unfortunately. New Reno was several days away, more than a week's worth of time. She knew that she'd have to be careful on the way there. The leather armour looked like a heavily padded shirt of light brown leather, dark green sleeves going down to her wrists. Heading out into the dusty wasteland, she quickly faded from sight, determination gripping her mind and clearly showing on her face.
Marv and Heather walked along a dusty path together, holding hands with one another as a light breeze felt along the land as well as their bodies. They were quietly leaving New Reno, Marv growing worried, believing that people were starting to notice a slight lack of junkies in the streets and alleys. Heather tugged on his hand lightly. "Hey, Marv?..." She said softly. Marv looked over, mumbling "Yeah?" Heather's face was curious. "Who are they?...I don't know them, but they're coming towards us pretty quickly...They don't look happy...They've got guns!..." Marv looked over to his left, in the direction that Heather was looking in. He spotted a man with a flamethrower and a woman with an assault rifle, both rushing towards the two of them. Marv's eyes widened. He grabbed Heather in his arms, Heather letting out a surprised cry. He took off, racing with her in his arms. Within a few seconds, he was already losing his hold on her due to his hasty picking-up, urgently saying "Grab me, Heather!"
Frightened by the sudden turn of pace, she wrapped her arms around his neck obediently, burying her face into his chest, Marv quickly adjusting his hold on her, keeping her close to his chest more protectively and with more support. "Stop the fucker!" He heard a man shout. Bullets whizzed past Marv's legs. Marv prayed in his mind frantically. He had never believed in a higher power, but he was willing to plead to anything as long as it meant he would escape safely with Heather. He had recognized the two figures; it was Harlot and Cain, a couple of slavers rather infamous for their many captures and kills. Marv headed for a small cliff. It wasn't a steep drop, but he knew he'd have to roll at the bottom to minimize his impact, otherwise he'd be facing quite a bit of pain in his legs. He reached the edge of the cliff, the rocks at the edge barely staying in place as he jumped off of them. He let out a cry of pain, blood spraying out slightly as he was in the air. He turned in the air, ramming down on his side, unable to keep moving with his injury. A bullet had hit him in the right side of his stomach just as he had jumped off of the rocks, low and near his hip. Heather let out a surprised squeak as they rammed into the ground together.
Breathing heavily, Marv forced himself to his feet, trying to run off once more. "Little cunt!" A girl cried out. "I hit that bastard! How is he still moving?!" She shouted angrily. Marv glanced over his shoulder. The two figures were atop the cliff, seemingly unwilling to jump to the ground below like Marv had been. His side tingled with pain, but he ignored it entirely, beginning to limp slightly as he fled with Heather still in his arms. Another hour or so later, Marv was confident he had lost the slavers. He collapsed to the ground, to his side, releasing Heather. Breathing heavily still, the sun began to set, Heather whispering in hushed tones. "Are we...Are we safe now?..." She asked. Marv nodded. Heather released him, getting up on her hands and knees by him. She immediately noticed the blood slowly running from the wound in his side, darkening the clothing just under it in a long line, the blood running down to nearly his right knee. Her eyes went wide. "Marv! You're hurt!..." Marv nodded slightly, groaning a little as he rolled over onto his back, looking up to the sky. "Yeah...Sort of..." He said quietly. Heather developed tears in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip hard for a few moments before slipping her arms around his neck once more, bringing her face by his. "Come on, get up, we have to go get you some help!" She said, tugging on him, trying to get him to at the very least sit upright.
He slowly did so, murmuring "The closest town is New Reno, but that'd mean going past those...Slavers...Again....San Francisco is too far..." Heather began to weep, standing up slightly, pulling on him, slowly getting him to stand up. "We have to try! Don't leave me, Marv! Don't die! Please!!" She cried defiantly and sorrowfully. Hearing the emotions in her voice gave him a second wind of sorts, filling him with the energy to move himself quickly once more, the pain in his body fading. He picked her up, knowing they would make better progress if he was carrying her and running by himself. Instead of holding her close to his chest like a baby, he thought of a better position in which he'd be able to run even easier. He set her down once more, saying "Up on my back Heather, we'll...We'll go back to New Reno...I just hope my body can hold out until then...I hope I can hold out until then..."
Heather was silently crying as she got up on his back, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, Marv taking a gentle hold of her legs behind her knees, holding her close as he took off once more, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed, going back into a full-blown sprint. He headed back to the cliff, seeing the duo of slavers to be gone, moving along the cliff until it ended and running up along the now gentler incline, heading back the way he came. New Reno was just on the distance, it would take him another hour or so to reach it. Marv thought to himself as he moved. "As long as the pain doesn't come back and I don't drop dead suddenly of blood loss...I think I'll be okay..."
Two days later, Dawn walked along the wasteland still, having encountered nothing as of yet. Her mind was constantly on Kid. Where was he? She thought on dying at Ace's hands and somehow coming back to life. The Brotherhood of Steel agent wouldn't explain to her how he and his machine had done it. All she knew for sure was that death no longer had her in it's clutches. She figured she would go to New Reno, she remembered being in there when Ace killed her, maybe Kid and Dominique were still there? Dawn knew that they might have gone elsewhere, but still, New Reno was the most sensible place to start looking. She kept walking into the distance, heading to the northeast, her destination still several days away.
A day later, Dawn trudged along slowly, beginning to grow rather exhausted. She hadn't had much sleep on her journey so far. She was trying to find a hidden spot before she tried getting any sleep, but alas, the portion of the wasteland she was in seemed to go on forever in a barren flatness, no cliff in sight that she could hide in the shadow of, no buildings she could slink into, nothing. She stopped walking, feeling overheated with her armour but not doing anything. She hadn't had any food or water in a while, and it was taking it's toll on her. Looking around, her heart leapt as she saw what appeared to be a makeshift tent of sorts in the distance to her left. She quickly walked in it's direction, grinning slightly to herself, her eyes turning a little dark. The tent looked like several pieces of brahmin skin sewn together and hoisted up by something on the inside. There was a small opening on the side, but Dawn wasn't able to look inside from the distance she was at. When she reached the tent, she noticed an outdoor table made of wooden planks was on the other side of the tent, a few items scattered across it's top. Dawn thought she heard murmurs inside the tent, so she quickly dropped to her knees by the entrance, peering inside with her Beretta pointed inside.
She was greeted by a gasp and a few quick movements of fear. Dawn grinned more evilly. A pair of nude people lay inside the tent with one another, a man and a woman, the two of them under a light pre-war blanket with a slightly-scorched top side to it, near the bottom. They both looked rather dirty, like they hadn't bathed in a while. The girl's hair was totally shaven except for a few thin rows of hair close to her skull. The man had rather average-looking hair, his bangs pushed upwards slightly, the rest of his hair being rather messy. Dawn chuckled to herself. They looked like raiders or perhaps even slavers. "Oh...Fuck..." The girl said quietly. Dawn raised her eyebrows. "Indeed." She said a little mockingly. Neither of the two in the tent had any weapons on them, their guns being outside. The man raised a hand defensively, he and the girl cowering together in the back of the tent, staying as far away from Dawn as they could. Dawn grinned for another moment before asking "Got any water around here? Food? Ammo? Stimpacks? Anything?" The man slowly said "If I let you have our stuff....Will you let us go?" Dawn shrugged slightly. "It couldn't hurt your chances." She said her words with a light, carefree twirl of her free hand.
The man didn't say anything for a moment. "...In a bag...Under the table outside..." Dawn glanced over, seeing a small green pack resting in the shade of the table's underside. Dawn looked back to the two of them. "I thank you kindly." She said, a little softly. She pointed her gun up to the man's face, pulling the trigger, blood bursting out against the tent behind him. His body slumped over. The girl screamed for a moment before begging. "No, no, please!! Don't kill me! I'll do anything!" Dawn mockingly smiled and darkly asked "You are a raider, are you not?" The woman paused for a moment. "...No?..." She said eventually. Dawn laughed softly. "Oh, the way you said it, that's so believable!" The woman began to cry lightly, not sobbing or making any sound. The blood from the man eventually seeped under her body, the woman's bottom lip trembling as she refused to look at the man's body. Dawn's mirth ended, a question leaving between her lips.
"How many innocents begged you for mercy just like you're doing right now? How many did you actually let live? How many did you blow away?" The woman rapidly said "Okay, yes, I've done some bad things, but I had no choice! It was either raid or starve!" "Bullshit! There's always a choice!" Dawn shouted, the woman recoiling slightly, growing much more submissive. The woman let out a light sob, tears coursing down her face. "Please...Don't...Kill me..." She begged softly. Dawn pointed the gun towards the woman's head. "No, don't-!" A shot cut her off, ending her pleas. Dawn stood up and stepped past the tent, walking over to the bag of supplies she had seen under the table. She reached under the table, grabbing the bag by it's straps. Pulling it up, she saw that it looked like a regular school backpack of sorts. She rested it on the table, feeling it to be a little heavy, wondering what possible loot it held. She zipped it open, peering inside, her grin growing stronger at what she saw within.
Dawn now had her Beretta and a Colt 10mm Pistol, both sitting in her backpack. She had the backpack on her back. Inside were a few stimpacks and meds, along with a bottle of water and some food, which Dawn had already drank and eaten, respectively. Several clips of ammo were in the backpack, as well. Dawn was sprinting now tirelessly, heading for New Reno. Inside the pack, among the several chems within, she had found a dose of Psycho and something she hadn't seen very often: Voodoo. Voodoo was a tribal creation, a strange milky fluid found within a small leather pouch with a few streaks of green and brown within, giving the fluid a rather unattractive look to it. Dawn had downed it anyway, injecting herself with the Psycho as well, imbuing her with a massive increase to the speed with which she could move her body, any fatigue or pain she might have felt from moving so fast for so long being simply nonexistent. She ran like the wind, the Psycho temporarily dimming her intelligence just enough to focus her mind on the goal of reaching New Reno. After two hours straight of sprinting like a mad animal, she ran across a large radscorpion, the radscorpion not aware of her as of yet, walking slowly with it's backside to her.
Dawn felt her mind turn towards killing. Dawn let out a bestial cry, ramming into the scorpion's tail from behind, grabbing it as tight as she could. She rammed the tail down on the creature's back, lying on top of it. The scorpion panicked, not expecting the savage assault, not even being sure what was attacking it. It struggled against Dawn, Dawn proving too strong for it to handle, moving quickly and ruthlessly. She grabbed the tip of it's tail, it's stinger, twisting it and beginning to tear it off. The radscorpion really panicked then, running and violently trying to throw Dawn from it's back, not being able to shake it's body much. Dawn's eyes were wide and her breathing was heavy as she tore the stinger from the scorpion's tail, the scorpion letting out a loud hiss along with several clacks of it's mandibles in pain. Holding up the stinger, Dawn gripped it tight, forcing small beads of poison to appear on the tip. Dawn got on the scorpion's back, looking down into it's large black eyes.
She stabbed down into them with the stinger, the scorpion letting out a light hiss of pain before Dawn stabbed it a few more times, the scorpion finally managing to shake her from it's back. It didn't seem to want to fight, slowly running off without a sound. Dawn would have chased it were it not for the image of New Reno far in the distance, looking like a black speck on the horizon. Dawn paused for a moment before chasing after it, sprinting once more. Twenty minutes later, she began to feel the drugs begin to wear off, Dawn stopping and rummaging around in her backpack quickly. She pulled out another dose of Voodoo, drinking it quickly and messily, looking for more Psycho, finding none. She shouldered the pack again, feeling full of energy once more, running off. Her heart pounded constantly in her chest. Another few hours later, the Psycho totally wore off, the second dose of Voodoo having worn off much before that. Dawn's eyes were wide with pain and exhaustion. Her head was pounding. She collapsed to the ground in a heap, her sunglasses falling form her face and landing by her, Dawn panting heavily, her head turned to the side as she lay on the ground.
Her heart was still pounding, hitting the inside of her chest, Dawn able to painfully feel every heartbeat through the ground just beneath her body. She shut her eyes after a few more seconds, instantly falling into a deep slumber, not waking for several hours. When she finally did, she heard a dry and raspy voice say "Ooh...I think she's waking up!..." Dawn opened her eyes slowly, her mind in a haze of pain. She groaned slightly. Another raspy voice, sounding more feminine than the first, said "Poor thing, she must have been through a lot..." Dawn pushed herself up onto her knees, her dark hair down and covering her face, Dawn raising her hands and pulling her hair away from her vision. Two ghouls, a man and a woman, stood nearby. It was nighttime. She groaned again, lowering one of her hands, keeping the other against her face. "Are you alright?" The female ghoul asked. Dawn stopped sitting on her legs, finding it to be rather painful, sitting back on her backside. She tiredly said "I'm fine...Just...I need to get to New Reno..." The male ghoul said "Well, it's just an hour or two of walking away, smoothie."
Dawn lowered her hand from her face, looking at the ghouls with bloodshot eyes. She knew her backpack was still on her back, but still, she asked her question in a hostile manner. "Did you touch my backpack or any of the things inside?" The male ghoul was dressed in a torn gray muscle shirt along with a pair of black track pants, a pair of thin, white stripes going down the side of each pantleg. He wasn't wearing any shoes. His skin was a burnt dark brown with tinges of sickly green, his head completely hairless, his eyes a little bleary. The female ghoul was dressed in a gray and green unbuttoned jacket, looking almost like the uniform of some sort of business, Dawn believing it must have been as a name tag was pinned to the left side of it. The tag said "Hello, my name is", the line underneath the words blank and totally without writing. She wore a skirt with it, the skirt's gray material just reaching her knees. She had a pair of business-like high heels on. She had a bit of stringy hair to her head, but not much. She seemed to be missing most of her skin, like the man, her's taking a bit more of a yellow tint, however.
The man had a Winchester 12 gauge double-barrelled shotgun on a strap, having down near his stomach and pointing off to the side. The man crouched by her on one knee, the woman getting down on both knees by her, as well. "We didn't touch your bag or anything in it, we just passed by and noticed you. A few seconds later, you woke up." The man said. "I think these are your's..." The female ghoul said, holding a hand out to Dawn, holding her sunglasses. Dawn glanced between them for a second before reaching out and taking her sunglasses, putting them on. "Wearing your sunglasses at night, huh?" The male ghoul asked, grinning in the middle of his sentence. Dawn would have smiled if she wasn't feeling a combination of anger and determination. She got up and walked past the ghouls, seeing New Reno on the distance. It had taken her a few days to reach it, but she was too close now to rest. "Bye!" The female ghoul called out, Dawn raising a hand over her shoulder. New Reno was so close. She might be able to find Kid there, or, if he left, she might be able to find out where he went. She kept moving, forcing herself to continue, pain thudding all along her body from her crazy sprinting earlier.
Hiro stood looking through a window from his crappy little room, smoking a cigarette, Felicity panting on the bed beside him, lying on her back. The radio Hiro had played a rock song from a corner of the room slightly, it's lyrics reaching out along the walls. "...'Cuz I can't wait for you to fuck me up, in a minute minute, in a fuckin' minute! I can't wait for you to fuck me up, in a minute minute, in a second!..." Felicity was panting softly, a dark purple bruise in the left side of her stomach, looking small but rather painful, regardless. She had her legs spread, her arms by her side. Her eyes closed, she said "Oh...God...Hiro...That was...Amazing..." Hiro took a short drag from his cigarette, exhaling as he said "Thanks, babe. You weren't too bad, yourself." Felicity laughed softly, slowly catching her breath. He was naked like her, standing and looking through one of the windows in the room out to the street beyond. "How's your stomach?" He asked before taking another drag off his cigarette. Felicity said "It hurts, but...It's nice...Adds some colour to my stomach, heh...Plus, I like the pain..."
Hiro chuckled lightly. Felicity said "I came so hard when you punched me...Thanks for that...It felt really good..." Hiro didn't say anything. Felicity reached up from the bed and lightly ran her hand along his lower back, saying "You cooled off?...Come on, lie in bed with me..." Hiro said "Naw, I'm still pretty hot...But...Sure. I know you love that cuddling stuff, so..." Felicity grinned. "You love cuddling too, you can't help but feel your hands all along me when we do..." Hiro raised an eyebrow, a smile coming to him slightly. "Never mind that, babe." He said simply. Felicity laughed softly once more. She was about to ask him to join her in bed once more when he suddenly said "...Holy shit! She's back!" Felicity raised an eyebrow curiously. "Huh?" She mumbled. Hiro pulled open the window, keeping his cigarette tight between his lips until he opened it, upon which he flicked it outside. He leaned over by the open window, shouting out "Dawn!" Felicity lightly heard a girl's voice call a reply. "Fuck off Hiro, I'm tired and thirsty and I'm in no mood for any shit!"
Felicity giggled slightly as Hiro's face grew annoyed. "Damn it, I'm not trying to piss you off! You owe me a favour, I'm the one that took you to the Brotherhood bunker! You know Keith is gonna wanna see you, right?" Dawn called back from the street outside. "We'll talk favours later, right now I just wanna drown myself in water to end this damn thirst and pass out! I'll see Keith in the morning!" Hiro's face grew more annoyed, but he closed the window, saying no more. Felicity pointed at him with a big smile on his face. "You just got told." She said. Hiro looked over to her, his annoyance at Dawn shifting to Felicity. He placed one knee against the edge of the bed, getting down closer to it's top. His left hand lightly slapped down between her thighs, Felicity gasping as Hiro roughly touched her still-moist pussy. She let out a light moan a few seconds later, Hiro grabbing a bit of her hair with his right hand, holding her head steady. He brought his face to her's, kissing her passionately, pushing his tongue into her mouth, Felicity eagerly rubbing her's back along his. She raised her hands to his between her thighs, holding onto his forearm as he began to finger her rapidly. Her face was deep crimson with blush.
Dawn walked to the Golden Globes studio, a few of the junkies and hookers in the streets looking at her with wide eyes. She walked into the studio, attempting to walk through the second door in the opening room to enter the actual studio, armed guards stepping in her way. "Sorry, miss. Only actors and actresses can...Holy crap, you're Ruby-Red!" Dawn put her hands on her hips, her face showing that she wasn't impressed with being stopped by the guards. "Yes, I am. Mind telling me why you're stopping me?" The guard said "Eh...Um...Well, it's just that..." The second guard apologetically said "Well, we heard you were dead, miss. We thought you might have been a look-alike..." Dawn said "Don't call me "miss", it makes me feel like an old hag. Just...Get out of my way, huh? I want some sleep." Both guards did as she bid, stepping aside, saying "Of course!" She stepped between them and opened the door, stepping through to the studio beyond. The studio was dark, a scene being filmed nearby. Dawn was glad; a dark studio meant less people had the chance to notice her. Dawn walked through the studio to her room, opening the door, stepping into it's total darkness, closing the door behind herself, locking it.
She didn't bother to turn on the light, she simply began to undress, dropping her bag to the floor, pulling off her armour and dropping it by the backpack. Before she undressed from her clothes, she thought of Kid again. She shook her head lightly, realizing that she had forgotten to ask Rocky for information on Kid. She left her room after unlocking the door, quickly walking through the studio until she reached the front room, walking over to Rocky's door. She knocked on it, hearing Rocky say "Come in!" Dawn opened the door, pulling off her sunglasses. She saw Rocky sitting at his desk, his eyes looking so wide they could pop out of his skull. "Holy shit...I think I'm seeing a ghost! Someone, hit me, do something, wake my ass up before she turns into a banshee and sucks my life-force out or some other freaky shit!" One of the three guards in the room chuckled lightly. Dawn smiled and said "Rocky, you're not dreaming. I'm alive." Rocky kept looking at her for a few moments before he stood up, walking over to her with a disbelieving face. He slowly reached his hands out, touching her shoulders, shaking her for a moment before his apparent disbelief faded. He grinned, saying "My girl, I knew those Wrights would do something to make you better!"
He grabbed her in a hug, Dawn grinning a little and hugging him back, closing her eyes. Rocky chuckled and released her a few seconds later, Dawn letting go of him, as well. "Darling, I can't tell you how bad it felt to see you shot up in the street, Christ, it was some scary stuff! How did they do it? How did the Wrights bring you back?" Rocky asked. Dawn said "Well, actually, they didn't...The Brotherhood of Steel did, and they probably only did it because Keith most likely promised to give them something in return." Rocky nodded sagely, saying "Yeah, the Brotherhood ain't exactly known for it's generosity..." Dawn smiled and said "So...Listen, it's nice seeing you again, but there's something I really have to ask you." Rocky said "Sure, babe. What's on your mind?" Dawn said "...Where's Kid?" Rocky let out a slow breath, his face looking sort of depressed as he said "...As soon as you were dead, he took off with some other girl in that other chick's car...I gave him my picture of you before he left....He headed south...That was a while ago, too...A few months back...Haven't seen him since then..." Dawn's eyes went wide. "A few months? I've been gone for a few months?!"
Rocky nodded. Dawn raised a hand to her face, sighing softly, her face relaxing. She let out a light breath, smiling a little as she said "Funny...I don't remember being bored while I was gone...Being dead must be a lot like sleeping, time just flies by..." Rocky slowly said "...Will you go after him?" Dawn nodded after a moment. "But first I need to sleep..." Rocky smiled a little and said "Hey, in the morning, before you go after him, can I ask you a favour? Can you do a little film for me? You can do it with Mister Pink if you want, it doesn't have to be a huge one, I can put it in as a part with a bunch of others." Dawn thought for a moment. "...Sure. Why not." Rocky grinned and said "Great! It's wonderful to have you back, we were all pretty messed up over it all...I gotta tell you, it was fucked. Mister Pink and some of those Wright guys were really messed up over you dying." Dawn slowly asked "...How did Kid react?" Rocky lost his grin, slowly saying "...I won't lie to you, Dawn...He cried. He really freaked out...I think it broke his heart." Dawn looked down slightly, her mind filling with images of the boy she used to have near. She said nothing, Rocky simply reaching up and giving her a pat on the arm, saying "...Sorry...But I'm sure you'll find him...I'll spread the word that you're alive and that you're back, if this town wasn't so hopped-up on chems all the time, there might have been a parade!"
Dawn chuckled lightly, smiling a little, looking back up to his happy face. He raised his eyebrows, saying "Listen, I know I'm not exactly pissin' my pants here, but I truly am really happy that you're back. I'm pissin' my pants in my head, heh." Dawn chuckled again, saying "Oh, that's real attractive!" Rocky grinned slightly. Dawn said "Well...I feel really tired...I'll see you in the morning..." Rocky nodded, Dawn leaving his office, closing the door behind herself. She entered the studio once more, walking through it, her eyes growing tearful as she reached her room. She entered it, locking the door behind her once more, walking over to her bed and pulling her clothes off as a few tears ran down her face.
She undid and pulled off her bra, dropping it by her clothes, getting in her bed with just her panties on. She curled up in a ball slightly, keeping her knees near her chest and stomach. Her pain over not having Kid near was growing truly terrible, especially now that she knew that he had been so sad after she had died. She spoke aloud. "Oh, Kid...I'm so sorry for hurting you..." She sniffled lightly, stinging tears running down the side of her face. She sobbed lightly. Her heart ached for him. She couldn't stand the thought of him being out in the dangerous wasteland without her eyes on him, even if he had the company of someone somewhat experienced in it's ways, like Dominique. She couldn't guarantee he was safe unless she could see it with her own eyes. Eventually she cried herself to sleep, her troubled mind finding solace, albeit temporarily, in the darkness of rest.
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