...You let her go

You decide to be generous and let her leave, after all, she lived up to her promise. Taking her switchblade you cut off the duct tape and get up, putting your jumpsuit back on as she dresses herself, "your welcome." you say, "y-yea." You smile at her and begin to walk out of the building before you feel the sharp pain in your side. A dagger-like pain shoots through your side, as you feel her grab you from behind, switchblade in hand.

You collapse under your own weight as you see her walking past you, as you slowly pass out from blood loss. Despite your generosity, the wasteland is unforgiving, and those who make the wrong choices often don't get a second chance. You are no exception. Maybe one day your body will be found by a scavenger and or raider, but this is where your story will end.