Mirocu - Ahh, you're making me almost want to crack open my Fallout 3 and explore all these places. ALMOST

not quite done with NV yet.
QUOTE
Letter #4
Dear Belle,
I left Primm the next day. As much as I hated to do that, I had no choice. I will come back eventually and help save my friends… I don’t know when, but I will. I can’t help but feel like an extreme coward though. I feel sick just Leaving Johnson, Ruby and the others there… but there’s nothing I can do alone.
So I decided to just follow the path and see where the wind takes me. I have no real destination now; no mission to accomplish. I’m just going to see what the wasteland has in store for me.
However, as I followed the path toward the Mojave Outpost I saw a small building nestled on the side of the road; it was surrounded by a bunch of guys I did not like the look of. I wasn’t ready to fight, so I decided it would be best to avoid them.
I doubled back, heading toward Primm and taking the scenic route toward the Outpost. I travelled up past the old drive in theatre, encountering a pack of coyotes as I travelled further. Animals have never bothered me, so I exterminated them with ease. Strangely I saw a blockage of cars with weird words graffiti’s onto them saying things like “Go home, Courier”. It was strange. Was it aimed at me? I doubted it.
I turned back and continued toward the Outpost, eventually stopping to find a Coyote den with a dead NCR soldier inside. Although I felt bad I took his service rifle; much more powerful than my Varmint.
This is where my day takes a turn for the worst.
I continued to walk and I came across a group of feral ghouls. I was frozen for a moment as I’d obviously seen what they could do before. But I used it to my advantage. I imagined that each ghoul I saw was one that was involved in your death. It gave me the strength to shoot the suckers dead.
Near where they were I found a huge lake full of radioactive waste. Beyond the lake was a small house. I’m not sure why but I decided to explore.
I took my pistol and edged past the waste, sneaking past some extremely dangerous looking ghouls that I wasn’t stupid enough to mess with.
When I made it to the house the only thing of interest I could see was a dead Ghoul, this time a normal, non-
feral. To say I was disappointed in the risk I’d taken for a practical dead end is an understatement.
Never the less I found a few supplies and a medicine book which could be handy. Once I’d taken what I wanted I left.
Nothing too exciting happened after that as I made it to the outpost. I’m sat at a NCR bar now as I write you this letter. I’ll be heading to bed soon I think… if this cowboy chick across the room stops giving me dirty looks, that is!
Love you.
Lori x