The heat of the wasteland surrounded the figure walking over the red earth. Red dust blew along the ground and small rocks bounced back off of the persons legs, flinging back onto the ground. A black, sleek gas mask was sat upon the person's face. Lara never took the mask off, it was her identity in the wasteland. A heavy bag hung off of her shoulder, the black material contrasting harshly against her pale skin. Lara never had enjoyed travelling from the vault she had been living in, however, today was important. She had planned to travel to megaton and begin distributing a batch of her newest drug. her bag held the vials she had filled with the emerald coloured liquid, a total of 35 vials as opposed to the regular 6 or 7 she normally carried. 

Her eyes looked through the glass of her gas mask and saw the metal mess of a town on the horizon; Megaton. The town of Megaton had managed to avoid her influence so far, though she knew a few of the townsfolk had searched out for her in the past. The town was on the poorer side, and Lara wasn't sure how they would pay her. They always found a way though, they knew the consequences. 

Lara entered the city, and as she passed the atomic bomb that sat in a puddle of contaminated water, she ran her hand along the metallic surface. The metal was hot from the sun pounding it, and the heat radiated though her skin. The heat was a change from the cold, dampness of her home in Vault 11. She took in the sight of the town and scowled at the dirty, half built town that she saw. It had been years since the world really settled after the war, she knew the history and how the world had been altered so severely. She made her way to the general goods store, and began to browse. How would she set up her operation? Laced water? Food perhaps, no that woould be far too expensive.

She would have to plan further.