Alfons said, "Alright everybody lets move out!" Alfons started walking in the general direction of the base. "This is going to be one heck of an adventure." Alfons totally neglected to put on his power armor. Alfons said, "If you see anything bad and evil heading our way. Just give me a sign." Alfons pulled out his Repeater and walked cautiously through the wasteland. He thought to him self, "If I can get my hands on some Enclave tech, i can sell it buy my own place and live peacefully." Alfons noticed a mole rat and said, "There's lunch!" Alfons shot the mole rat and took all of the meat and spread it about evenly.

Rice grabbed some of the meat and ate it raw. He was quite hungry. He looked in to the distance and didn't notice a thing, so he decided to scout ahead. "Guys I'm going up to see If i can find anything. If anyone wants to come with me they can." Rice was used to running a lot so he could easily get up ahead.

Jake looked at the meat that lied before him. It was covered in blood and gore and smelled terribled. "Mmm, how appetizing!" Jake said pulling an apple out of his equipment pouch and taking a bite.

Edward looked at the Molerat meat and said, "I should have taken that Wonder Meat Machine I found in Jury Street Tunnels, that stuff tastes a lot better. Now if only that scientist hadn't tried to kill me, then we could have spread this throughout the Wastleland, but beggars can't be choosers. As he ate his Molerat Meat Edward said, "I swear, for mammals Mole Rats are very insect-like. They have workers, soldiers, and even a Queen caste, along with males for breeding. Now if only I could track one to find their nest." Then he started eating the Molerat Meat since he knew that what it lacked in taste it made up for in energy yield.

No one offered so Rice made his way forward. The wastes were empty, desolate. He did come across and old scavengers shack while he was running. It was abandoned but had an old couch in it. He decided to wait for them to catch up while taking a breather on the couch. Noise. Rice heard it. At first he thought it was a rat then he thought it was a molerat. It was actually something much worse. A scavenger wielding a knife stood behind the couch. He leaped up. Rice's instincts told him to move, and he did. The scavenger seemed angry, afraid. "I'm not gona hurt you." The scavenger ignored him and lunged with a kitchen knife. Rice easily avoided the slow stab and lunged with his fists. He started with a right jab and heard a crack. The mans nose had broke. That didn't stop him. He pulled out a pistol and tried to fire, but Rice was to fast yet again. The gun now lay on the ground. Which gave Rice the chance to give him another right jab. This time he heard a loud crack and a high pitched scream. Seconds later he could spot the insane scavenger running of in to the unknown abyss of the wastes. Rice rubbed his sore knuckles and laid back down on the couch waiting for the others.

[OOC: Gotta go sorry guys ill be back in an hour mabey you can do what you want with my character as long as its something he would do]

Edward noticed Rice going on ahead and tried to follow him, ending up not too far from an old scavenger's shack. He looked and saw Rice go inside it, followed by the sounds of a struggle. A scavenger with a crazed look in his eyes and a broken nose came outside and attacked him with a knife. Edward shot him point blank with his shotgun, leaving only giblets on the ground and a bloody stump where his head once was. He then entered the shack and said to Rice sarcastically, "That guy I killed outside wouldn't have anything to do with you now would it?"

Rice laughed. "Well." Rice then showed him his bloody fists. "Thanks for killing that bastard. I didn't feel like wasting my ammo." Rice then laid back down and closed his eyes. Although he didn't fall asleep.

[OOC: Nevermind im back.]

Jake headed towards Ed and Rice and saw the Headless body of a scavenger laying on the ground. He walked inside a rusted shack and saw Ed and Rice and talking. "What just happened?" Jake asked.

Edward said, "I'm guessing that that guy I'd killed earlier tried to attack Rice, but he fought him off. Then he came outside and met me, and well, you know the rest."

Alfons said, "Will you guys quit lolly-gagging, we have to get there by tomorrow!" Alfons put away his repeater and noticed it started raining. It hasn't rained in the wasteland for over 2 centuries. "Well now this is strange...very strange." Alfons just ignored, and continued on his way to the base. "I suspect we will be there by tomorrow afternoon, that is if we go all through the night."

Edward noticed the rain and said, "Wow, I've only heard of rain in Pre-War books, this is definitely something I won't forget." Edward could see Mirelurks, Mirelurk Hunters, and even a Mirelurk King just standing outside of the Potomac, enjoying the rain. He then ran to catch up with Alfons.

I felt the rain fall over my body and I felt it [censored] my senses, I felt a little bit of radiation in the rain. I grinned, this seemed to be an interesting little march we were going on. Rain, Enclave Tech and interesting people. I kept walking with the group, I'd refused all the food I'd been offered. I didn't really trust anyone except Nemimiah so I just kept walking next to him.

The rain beat against Nememiah's hair and shoulders. He continued walking, amazed and confused by these drops falling from the sky. He had heard of rain, yes, but he never thought he would see it. Not in his lifetime.

He glanced across at Andy. The two of them were a couple of metres behind the main body of the group, enjoying each others company in the rain. A lot of these guys seemed like "shoot first, ask later" kind of guys, and Nememiah was content to stay out of the way for now and walk alongside the ghoul.

I glanced over at Nemimiah, wondering what he was thinking. I never thought my own thoughts, just imagining the thoughts of others. We were behind the main group, I sighed, hoping we wouldn't be walking for too long. The rain wouldn't let up, I started to feel nervous with all this rain falling down. I just didn't like the concept of 'rain'. To get my mind off it, I decided to ask my friend a question, "Hey, Nemimiah, do you have any family left?"

Nememiah hesitated - the question had caught him by suprise. "I... I think so." he said, pathetically. Seeing Andy's puzzled expression, he continued. "My father was killed by raiders, or at least, thats what we think happened. He went out hunting and didn't return." There was an awkward silence. "But my mother... I havn't seen her since I left Rivett City. I... I'm not sure how she's doing."

I looked at my friend, feeling worried. I half stopped, knowing I shouldn't feel this way about a 'kid'. But I realised that he was something worth fighting for, even if it didn't seem like it. I'd told him not to be a hero... But I realised I'd just scrapped my own rule. "Well Nememiah, I feel for you then, if we make it through this I'll stick with you," I said to him, grinning, "Even if it means I have to slog my way through miles of Muties." I punched him in the arm, grinning, I pulled out my vodka and took a swig. "Damn rain, why do you think it'd just start out of nowhere?" I asked him, puzzled.

Nememiah looked up at the black clouds. "I really have no idea." Despite Andy's complaints, Nememiah found himself enjoying the sensation as the dropletts on water fell around his mouth and eyes. "What about you? I suppose your family must have died some time ago?"

I shuddered, feeling old memories surface. "Well, I never even really had a family, I lost my mother when I was five and I lost my father when I was fourteen," I sighed out, "I lived by myself for about a year, but then I met a wastelander, about two years older than me, we became mates and we lived side by side until I became a ghoul and he died..." I took another swig of vodka, feeling glad I could talk to someone, "I've never forgotten my dad, if it weren't for him I'd probably be dead a long time ago," I stammered, I'd never felt nervous or worried before, "I guess that I haven't trusted anyone since I was turned into a ghoul..." I said, trailing off, hoping he'd realise that he was the first person I'd cared about for 68 years.

Nememiah smiled at Andy. It was strange, they had a real connection here, despite having only met a few hours ago.

Readjusting his rifle, he returned his attention to the track ahead. The now moist dust betrayed the footprints of the party clearly. Every step, Nememiah's boot sunk an inch or so down into the increasingly muddy ground. He could see the rain, although nice for a change, could become a bit of a hinderance to the advances.

I felt something strange, very strange. As though we were being watched, but the only thing that seemed close enough to evil was the rain... I felt the radiation exposure, but I knew no one else would. The radiation was quite low but if they kept going through this it could make things turn out quite bad...

I shook my head, feeling the water run through my ruined hair, I shouldn't think like that, everyone would be fine. But still I felt the radiation prickling on my skin, healing it. I had a decent sense of perception, because of this I noticed a group of feral ghouls off in the distance some way, basking in the rain. I cursed, I was right, there was radiation in the rain. But hardly enough to notice, just enough to notice, so just enough to kill... I tapped Nememiah on the shoulder, "Theirs radiation in the rain, be careful, if you feel sick you might want to take some Radaway, or Rad-X," I whispered to him.

Nememiah caught some drops on an outstretched hand. Radiation, eh? He couldn't feel it, but he trusted his friend and started to search his pockets for the rad-x he had been given earlier. Just then he heard something behind them. Turning around, he saw a pack of three vicious dogs. They met his gaze with merciless eyes, saliva dropped from their pointed teeth. The main group, oblivious to this impending threat, carried on. Nememiah cautiously unshouldered his rifle, maintaining eye contact at all times.

The first dog ran forward. In a swift movement, Nememiah raised his weapon and fired, sending a bullet spiralling into the beats chest. It recoiled, mid jump and dropped to the floor, lying still. The other two dogs hesitated, but Nememiah was sure it would be momentary before they too attacked.

I noticed the dogs, and Nememiah as he took out the one that jumped at them. I stopped, thinking what to do, the main group was moving off in the other direction quite quickly. I quickly rushed through ideas in my head and decided on the last one, I pulled a large chunk of meat out of my pack and put it on the ground, backing off. The dogs quickly forgot about their fallen comrade, coming up and devouring the food, they looked up at me. I pulled out more meat and gave them each different amounts, they quickly wondered why I'd given one more so they fought over it, they started killing each other. There, I thought, didn't even have to waste a bullet. One managed to tear out the other ones neck, but was badly clawed. It fell to the ground, dying of blood loss. "This choice is up to you, Nememiah, save it if you want, it'll probably follow you to the ends of the earth for it to," I said to my friend, wondering what he would do. This'd help me gauge his character, I waited, watching the dog bleed on the ground in front of us.

Nememiah crouched next to the animal. It was badly hurt, and Nememiah had only ever treated humans before. He had a good mind to leave it - these animals were vicious, and had probably killed many people. But when he looked into it's eyes, and they looked back with helpless, pleading agony, his deepest caring nature was evoked, and from that point on there was no way he would leave this dog behind.

"Pass me your vodka." said Nememiah. Reluctantly, Andy handed over the drink. As he dabbed the spirit on the wound with a ripped rag, the dog howled in pain, but made no attempt to fight Nememiah off. He retrieved some yellowing bandages from the bag, wrapping the dog tightly in the cloth. The bleeding appeared to stop - for now, at least. Finnally, retrieving a stimpak from his supplies, Nememiah used his teeth to pull off the cover and pushed the needle into the animals flank. It's struggling lessened, it's pupils dilated. Standing up, Nememiah watched as the dog shakingly stood. It was weak from the blood loss, but it would live. Nememiah allowed himself a smile. He had earned it.

((OOC: my last post for now, sorry. Got an RE exam soon ))

((OOC: Okay then, I'll see you next time... Whenever that may be.))

I looked at Nememiah, he was a good person, saving a creature that on most bets would've killed him under any other cirumstances. But instead of trying to maul him, the dog stood stubbornly by his side as he got up. I grinned, this kid was making friends fast, I pulled out some more meat from my pack and gave it to the dog, I patted Nememiah on the back, "Good job kid, you are certainly a one of a kind, a wastelander with a consience," I then stopped, "Well you're pretty close anyway, your right behind the Lone Wanderer."