Fallout: The Ruined York (Open and Accepting)

[Zahzi]

"Says the one who nearly bawled when she saw his face."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"That's NOT a face. That's just wrong."  

[Zahzi]

"THAT'S what happened to him from the same guy you thought would be a SMART IDEA to try and deal with!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"When he snapped! Not from making a deal!"  

[Zahzi]

"What? You think he's gotten BETTER?" Brad asked with a scoff.
"Are you THAT retarded!?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"He didn't blast a ******** bomb on us, did he?"  

[Zahzi]

"No, now he has an ARMY AFTER US!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Oh look who's panicking, even though we argued earlier Slade has it covered."  

[Zahzi]

"I'm talking about when you ******** UP! AND BESIDES! THEY'RE NOT GONNA STOP AFTER TODAY!!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"And I'll deal with them as they come!"  

[Zahzi]

"With just a shotgun?" Brad scoffed.
"You ARE retarded....."  

[Tahatan]

Farther up the road, backtracking his own steps, Jake was checking his rifle, making sure it was fully loaded. He had to cut his music playing short when he heard the gunfire. At first he dismissed it as some random people hunting for food, but hearing an explosion following the gunfire meant something more. I swear if it's another raider group, I'm gonna scream....maybe it's another branch of the damn Talon company..He huffed in annoyance as he shoulders the rifle, staying focused.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"You're retarded!"

HK then suddenly stopped and stared ahead of the group.

"Rud, do you smell what I sense?"  

[Zahzi]

Rud looked at HK for a moment. He gave a nod, slowly extending his claws.

"I don't recall almost selling my rights as a human being just a MINUTE ago!" Brad barked, not hearing HK.  

[Tahatan]

Jake kept his head down as he listened, picking up the feint sound of voices, one sounding abit angered. Hrm...Raiders?...Traders?.... He thinks back some as he slows down, remembering a small whistle a trader taught him when he was walking across the wasteland on his way to New York. He looks ahead some and makes a sharp whistle three times to see if there was a response.