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All the Roads We've Walked	By : Nevara_Alyss Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 2894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout: New Vegas, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 1: The Die is Cast
Winnie looked up at her captors, confused by the predicament she found herself in. The sound of a shovel scrapping gravel worried her as piles of dirt were thrown to the side. Her large hazel eyes looked to the horizon. Through the blur of her concussion and throb at the back of her head she saw her destination out of reach. The halo of light from the city burned away the darkness that surrounded it. The outstretched fingers entreated the sky and all seemed magical from her dizzying view point.
She closed her eyes briefly and swallowed back the nausea that crept from her gut. Her eyes opened again, this time focusing on where she was. In the pale light of a lantern she saw the wooden crosses that were spread around her. It was eerily quiet, as she looked to her bound hands and to the men that had sacked her on her way to New Vegas.
“You’re awake,” a man in a checkered jacket stated.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and cigarette. He lit it and lifted and eyebrow curiously. The man beside him was twitchy. He kept looking around them. His eyes fell on her and just as quickly turned to the dressed man. The smell of cheap cologne and pomade overshadowed the desert flowers in the graveyard.
Winnie let out a grunt of displeasure making the man smile menacingly. She continued to fight her bindings. She felt the burn of the rope cut into her wrists as she worked. She had to do something. Her training was beginning to kick in when she felt two hands press firmly down on her shoulders. She twisted and fought to be released, but the pressure dug into the small spaces under her clavicles.
“Come on, man. Just off her already,” the twitchy man insisted.
The finely dressed man stopped him. The sadistic nature of his leer unsettled her. She could tell he was enjoying what was going on. The amount of power he had over all involved gave rise to the cocky amusement he exuded.
“Maybe a con shoots someone in the back, but I’m not a fink,” he stated coldly. Shoot someone? Me? The skittish man seemed almost frantic now. She watched his muscles tense and assumed that the sound of a twig snapping would have sent the man running. She grunted again and saw the man in the checker coat reach into his other pocket. He pulled from it a small disk that glimmered slightly in the light. His eyes danced wildly. “Do you know what this is?”
She shook her head that she had no clue. She wasn’t even curious about the damn thing, she wanted to be released. If they’re going to rob me, then they should just get it over with. All the grandstanding the leader was doing was becoming aggravating. He had got what he came for and while the small chip seemed like such a trivial item to be carrying for the pay she was getting, the look on the leader’s face told her so much more.
“Sorry, kid,” he replied.
There was no remorse in his tone. He dug into his jacket this time; his eyes never leaving hers. She saw the glint of chrome emerge from the dirty white jacket. She followed it and saw the gun exposed clearly for her to see. She looked up at him; a modicum of calm overcame her. There was no questioning, no tears or arguing for life; just acceptance.
She didn’t have to run anymore. She’d been doing it for so long – running from her past. The pain that she’d thought she buried kept her looking over her shoulder. It was reassuring to know that for everything she had done, this was how it was going to end. Fate’s retribution would be swift, instead of haunting her like it had since… I let him down. I failed. I didn’t save him. Them. She shook her head. It doesn’t matter now. The flashes of her father, her husband, the imaginings of her unborn child that never drew breath; it all came flashing to her. Everyone she’d ever cared for came in perfect clarity. She’d outlived them all.
The man drew down on her and with a blank expression stared up the barrel. Contentment rushed her; she slowly blinked waiting for him to pull the trigger. She watched his lips move, but didn’t hear the words he was saying. Hello, good-bye. I love you. I miss you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Please forgive me.
She didn’t even have time to feel the first tears of relief stream down her face. There was only the punctuation to her life.
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