Oh great! So she’s dead? Now what?

Back away everyone! Let me get a better look at her.

Oh shit! Did she lose an eye? Is that an exit wound or an entrance?

Does it matter? There’s no way she’s alive. That monster ripped her helmet right off.

Check for a pulse! She might still be breathing!

How the hell are we supposed to even get her out of this thing?

Oh god oh god oh god I promised we’d get there I promised I promised I promised.

She’s not dead yet, this is The One who’s going to change everything. I’ve Seen it.

You mean you hallucinated it while you were stoned out of your gourd, you old fraud!

Easy now, easy! Who has a stimpak? Med-X? Some spare gauze? Anyone?

Preston, turn that valve and let’s get a better look at her.

Let’s just see if she’s got anything on her instead.

We are not robbing her! And I can’t even turn the valve until we get this thing off and turn her over on her side. Everyone give me a hand!

I’m not doing that! It’s bad luck to touch a Deathclaw!

Only when they’re alive. Don’t be such a coward.

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

You’ve got to be strong kid. There’s more to your destiny. You’re a woman out of time. But all’s not lost. I can feel your son’s energy. He’s alive.

Mama Murphy, now is not the time.

It’s okay Preston, not everyone understands The Sight. But I don’t need you to believe me, I just need her to listen.

I can’t believe it! She’s got a pulse!

Get her out of that thing.

See if she’s got any caps.

That’s not funny! And you’re not helping. Stand back.

Give me a clean shirt and a knife. The bullet’s gone clean through but we’ve got to stop the blood loss.

What’s her type? I’ll donate mine!

She’s not a Gunner, and you don’t even know your own. Stop trying to be a hero!

I’ve got the bleeding to stop at least, but she’s gonna have a hard time pulling through.

Let ole Mama Murphy give her a boost.

What the hell is in that?

The last of my stash. Jet with a Psycho chaser and a little boost of Mentats. Nothing that’ll kill her. Trust me.

What a surprise, chems! That’s her solution for everything!

Careful there, Mama.

It’s gonna be fine, quit your fussing.

Okay everyone. Let’s see if we can carry her to that place Mama Murphy knows about.

She knows about it? You mean she ‘saw” it while she was high on chems, as usual.

You got a better idea? Anybody? Well alright then. Let’s get going before nightfall.

You were right, Dogmeat. This one’s a keeper.

We’re gonna make it we’re gonna make it we’re gonna make it we’re gonna make it.

“Well here she is already. The least resilient woman in the Commonwealth.”

I try to turn my head but there is nothing to see. In fact I’m not even sure I can feel my body or tell it what to do anymore. There is only darkness and the voices inside my head have drowned out the ones outside.

“What’s happening? Where am I?”

I know that voice. But he can’t be here, can he? Not inside my own head.

“People always hope for something better. They usually end up with something worse. This world, this life? Pain and suffering. Death is its only escape.”

Am I already dead? Is this my own personal hell? Is hell actually real?

“Who said that?”

He laughs and hacks in a way that might make my skin crawl if I could even feel my skin anymore. But there is no skin anymore. No pain. No body. Only the sick knowledge that somehow, The Man With The Scar is my only company.

“I’m the one who helped you understand what happiness really felt like. It’s only looking back, by comparison with what comes after, you ever really understand. You know you were the worst thing that ever happened to them. If it wasn’t for you, they never would have met me. But you can still try to catch me if you think you can.”

“I’m gonna murder you, you son of a bitch.”

“That’s the spirit. Better hurry, Shawn ain’t getting any younger.”