Time to move…”

Desmond ran to the back of the plane, as he grabbed Evelynn with a gentle grasp, as he set her upon his back, grabbing a great deal of items, shoveling them into bags to strap them upon Big Red’s frazzled form.

All the while, Evelynn had been holding tightly upon his back, as Desmond walked over to a draped segment of the plane, recently unobscured by the major impacts, as he ripped away the curtain, revealing an absurdly shiny, utterly unharmed Oshkosh M-ATV, ready for use, as Desmond then gently placed Evelynn in the passenger seat, Big Red following him to the trunk, as his pet tiger leapt into the space, dropping the back by about four inches due to his weight.

Then, Desmond approached Esrin, as she was in the midst of transferring supplies to the vehicle, she stopped, looked at Desmond, fell into another blushing fit, before resuming her previous actions, as Desmond went to aid her.

After ten minutes, they had moved as much goods as they could into the Oshkosh, as Esrin sat in the backseat, surrounded by a mountain of goodies, leaving behind mostly scraps through her thorough and professional categorization.

Desmond, at the tail end of the plane, kicked down the ramp, revealing a wide plane, empty and desolate, as Desmond then walked to the driver side door, opening the door, and taking a seat, followed by his side dropping a few inches as well, as he turned the engine over, put it in reverse, and backed out of the plane’s ramp, and landing upon the ground, as he kept going back, before driving forward, towards the group’s future.

…

A day later, Desmond had driven nearly 600 miles from the Grassland, accompanied by the roaring hum of the atomic engine within its frame, as he saw a sign signaling his arrival to Albuquerque in about ten minutes, as he continued on.

Ten minutes later, Desmond passed by a fallen city sign, as they passed by many destroyed vehicles, Desmond saw a figure atop a rooftop, as they ducked down, as Evelynn, right beside him, tapped his shoulder, as she whispered to him “Desmond dear, I hear a man speaking to another. They don’t sound too friendly…”

Desmond was both amazed at her hearing, and immensely concerned, as he considered his options, driving under a bridge, as he thanked her for the help before driving away listlessly, avoiding the problem currently at hand, as the group arrived at an apparently abandoned Vault 16.

As Desmond sat sluggishly in his seat, further considering his options, he turned the Oshkosh around, before flooring it away, attempting to leave the city before something occurred.

But, that could never happen, as Desmond was simply driving forward, when a man jumped in front of the vehicle, utterly ineffective at stopping them, as they simply plowed on through, but soon after, they came upon a devastated and abandoned Vault, the door of which was busted open, through some unknown ****, as he slowly opened his door, as Big Red raised his maw above the piles of goodies, to look out the windows, as Desmond slowly stepped towards the fallen Vault door, as he lifted it from the ground, finding the numbers ‘16’ painted on it, though the paint was quite close to chipping.

As Desmond began walking back to the Oshkosh, a voice was heard from behind him, inside of the supposedly barren Vault, “Hey, buddy… How much stuff ya’ got in that there vehicle of yours?”

As a pair of boots were heard stomping from the Vault, Desmond looked over, seeing one man, standing in front of twenty more, as they all walked out of the darkness with prime stealth, as they trained a few shotguns, a few rifles, and a few other armaments in his general direction, as he slowly stepped forward, placing himself further in between the coming blasts and his, relatively, unguarded family, as he heard a slight growl, denoting Big Red was fine, and fully ready to maul some people whole.

But Desmond was a simple man. Threaten to harm his family, in any way, at all…

You’ll find something plain to see.