Have Chastity stay

Dust and damp, stale, swampy air swirls around you as you stride through the streets of New Gurlberg. Chastity is at the bar, smiling at a customer as she hands him a Nuka Cola. He’s high on Jet. She knows that.

You wait until she’s finished, then pull her aside.

“Sorry,” you mutter. “I’m taking a job. Are you going to be OK here while I’m gone?”

She nods. Long seconds pass as you hold her gaze. You can’t communicate telepathically, but… you like each other. You’re friends at the very least, even though you have not known each other long.

She nods again, and you share a quick embrace.

“Shouldn’t take long,” you say, stepping back.

Chastity gives you an admiring look in your new gear. You blow her a kiss, wave at Reggie, then turn and walk away.

Your objective is to investigate this house outside Old Gurlberg.

First, you need to reach Old Gurlberg. That means leaving this settlement and following the road east. But traveling the road isn’t safe. You’re better armed now, more prepared… but you still are not some kind of soldier, and even if you were, you are just one woman.

You leave New Gurlberg and creep into the swamp, making your way through as carefully and quietly as you can. You are not great at this, but being sensible helps.

Boss Murphy has thought this job through. It’s a strange job. She must be holding something back, but you have **** but to do it exactly the way that she has asked you to. Anything less will mean failure.

The day is wearing on. It’s hot and damp in the swamps, which are swarming with Rad Skeeters. The heat makes you want to seek shade, but Rad Shrooms grow in the shade, eager to rip your clothes off and… you know. So you have to be careful about that. Being, uh… well-endowed was always a good thing for you when you were a resident of Vault F. That thought brings to mind memories of Daisy, hazy visions of pale skin, red hair, and soft, pink lips… but… where were your thoughts going?

Right, your physiology. It’s hot and damp so you’re sweaty and chafing. Sometimes you think that having a bit less meat down there would be nice. You climb over a fallen log to wade through some radioactive water, keeping a wary eye out.

A sudden hiss startles you. You look over to see a Cottonmouth with a head as big as yours barely a foot away. Your life flashes before your eyes, but luckily you have a solution for this. You whip your shotgun out of its holster and level it at the snake.

The last thing you want to do is make noise in this swamp, and the last thing the snake wants is to lose its head.

The snake hisses at you irritably, but backs off. Once it’s gone, you slip the shotgun back in its holster and keep wading, your heart pounding. You were lucky there. Lucky to have the right tool for the job.

Old Gurlberg is a ruin.

The buildings are all crumbling and empty. It’s still and quiet. Wind howls through the broken masonry and long-ago smashed-out windows. It’s clear that it was never a large town, although you can imagine from the detritus that at one time it must have been at least… cute. Back when things were green and the sky was blue.

But things aren’t like that anymore.

You can’t help but poke around a little, searching through some of the abandoned stores and buildings. You find little of use until you check a drawer in the ruins of a candy store, finding a number of vials.

A board creaks behind you. You whip out the shotgun and fire both barrels blindly behind you, blasting a hole in the wall and a piece of the door away. A man cries out in pain and you stuff the shotgun in your holster and get your Mauser ready, bumping through the door to find the wounded man trying to point his pistol at you.

You shoot him twice in the chest and he crashes to the floor. The shots are incredibly loud and you slip on the fresh casings rolling around on the floor, but keep your balance. You turn, covering each way, then taking a look at the street. The shots have died away. This man was alone.

You quickly reload your weapons, then kneel beside the body. You’ve never killed anyone before, but you were not chosen for this mission because you are such a sensitive person. Everyone in Vault F receives regular mental health evaluations. You aren’t some kind of serial killer or anything, but you are not sentimental. You are comfortable engaging in combat to ensure your own survival, so things like this don’t bother you much.

You don’t enjoy it, though. And you don’t like how close that guy got to you. He was in this building the whole time You feel as though if fate had acted differently… if some imaginary dice had fallen in just another way, he would have been right behind you with that machete in his hand. It’s a scary thought.

You pat him down and take his valuables: caps, a few loose rounds of ammunition, and a sealed condom. The machete is no good to you; your knife is of better quality.

You raid the drawer of chems and hurry away, hearing the rumble of motorcycles in the distance. Old Gurlberg is controlled by the Free Gurls, and Boss Murphy insisted that you avoid them. They are being drawn to the gunshots.

You find the road that Boss Murphy mentioned. You’re pretty sure that you’re heading in the right direction. The smart move is to stay off the road itself and in the swamp, so that’s what you do, dodging Rad Shrooms and swarms of Rad Skeeters. You are not good at being stealthy, but Rad Skeeters aren’t very subtle because of the buzzing, and Rad Shrooms aren’t hard to avoid. It’s Glow Moss that you’re worried about, but you keep your eyes open.

It's a good thing, too. You almost stumble onto a pair of women in the swamp as you climb past a tangle of roots. One sits against a tree while the other is face deep between her legs. Both are completely naked.

The cast-off clothing and the two nearby motorcycles identify them as Free Gurls. You stay out of sight. You aren’t trying to watch, but you don’t trust your stealth skills enough to escape undetected, so you hold still, watching.

Both women are thin and wiry, and the one eating the pussy does so with gusto, lapping and sucking and slurping as though there’s no tomorrow. The other woman stoically holds a hand over her mouth and enjoys it, her body flexing as pleasure runs through her.

She cums with a satisfied groan. You watch the two lazily kiss for a few moments before moving on. You are not upset about this; if they feel comfortable having sex out here, it means that this patch of swamp is not the most dangerous. You find that reassuring. It also tells you something about Free Gurls… why risk this liaison in the swamp? Why not do it at their headquarters in Old Gurlberg?

You pause and shut your eyes, remembering what you can about the two women. Could there be something illicit there? They’re both thin, but one was tough and strong and the other was a bit softer and more womanly, a brunette. She had a distinctive, five-pointed star tattooed on her pale buttock.

You focus. They don’t matter. You aren’t here for Free Gurls.

It takes some time at your slow pace to find the house that Boss Murphy was talking about, but you do find it… after a bit of searching. You have to follow a narrow, overgrown road. It’s a massive block of a building, deep in the swamp.

You grew up in a vault. These above-ground buildings are strange to you, but you can tell from the size of this place that there must be lots of rooms, lots of halls… the place is a dark shape, looming in the swamp. This place is no joke.

Boss Murphy wants you to check every inch of it. She thinks someone is here. Why? Maybe you can find out. The question is this: daylight is fading.

You could wait here… take a look. See if anything catches your eye before you move in to investigate this house. Or you could go in now, while daylight is on your side.

Wait and watch, then go in at night?

Or move in now?