A bright-eyed Vault Dweller and a traveling trader woman are speaking on the side of the road on a quiet, breezy afternoon in the wastes.
"Those big, mean-lookin' raider fellas out in the wasteland aren't always bad guys, you know! Sure, most of 'em don't know the first thing about being a swell neighbor 'cause they didn't get to grow up in the Vaults or the NCR. And yeah, a lot of them could sure use a nice, long bath. But some of them can be really sweet when you get to know them! I met one not too far off from the Long 15 a couple months back. We had a long chit-chat and he let me spend the night in his house when I mentioned I was running low on supplies. Surprisingly cozy little place and a pretty comfy bed, actually. The next morning, he insisted I have some of his food and water, told me the safest route east, and didn't ask for a single thing in return. Can you believe that?! Really makes you wonder why we can't all get along out here...
...Anywho, do you have anything to help with nausea? There's something in the air out here that's been making me feel kinda queasy. Or, uh, a lot queasy?"
Another month, another short story ending in pregnancy. Zeta's breeding fetish strikes again.
Enjoy!
– Z