[color=aba000][u][b]Steve Cooper- Salem [/b][/u][/color]

Steve pulled on leather harness but for whatever reason the unicorn did not want to move from this spot...

Rather than anger the creature straight away (and risky a kicking.) Steve decided to look and see what could be brothering the “unicorn” but looking around the only thing of note nearby was the old apartment block that had blood on the door.

Blood on the door?

Having been awestruck by the unicorn Steve had previously missed the blood trail that led from roughly where the unicorn was standing to the apartment block. It would appear the rider wasn’t shot off but had limped into that building...

[i]Should go and check[/i]

Holstering his level action rifle Steve took out his deagle pistol and slowing approached the door. Places like this where hotspots for feral ghouls, seemlying able to survive off radiation alone the fuckers could lie in waiting in apartment blocks like this for years before some unlucky Sap disturbed them. 

Silently Steve opened the door and slowly entered the apartment block, it was pretty clear someone had straggled in, knocked over some stuff and then fell down a short distance ahead with there being a small blood puddle on the flood but seemlying No body...

[i]Injured... wouldn’t have left the creature so they must be resting in one of these apartments.  [/i]

Walking as quietly as could Steve approached the room closet to the blood pile and opened the door. Inside was a one bedroom apartment, seemlying unlooted from the war judging by undisturbed skeletons watching TV and the un-opened Nuka cola sitting on the nearby coffee table. 

[i]should come back here for parts [/i]

Pocketing the Nuka cola Steve checked the next few apartment, one had seemlying been empty (or looted) since the bombs dropped, one had its owner skeleton hanging from the ceiling fan and some sort of brawl had occurred in the last one with most of the furniture and what was left of a skeleton lying broken on the floor but there was still no sign of the unicorn rider in any of the rooms.. 

Not wanting to search another 50 apartment or accidently stubble across a pack of sleeping Ghouls Steve decided to call out “hello anyone here?” hoping to get their attention “I found you’re...err unicorn I know you’re injured, I can help... there is a doctor in town I can take you too!"

Unsurprising there was no answer

With the blood on the floor and on the Unicorn leather seat the ride must have lost of alot of blood by now... if they hadn’t died it would only be a matter of time. Looking out the widow it was dark now no point continuing the search when Steve could back in a few days and smell out the corpse.

[i]Most of their stuff is probably on the leather seat thing anyway... not worth it. 
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"Well guessing you're dead then... I'll be taking the unicorn!" Steve joking shouted out to himself as he left the apartment block.

Popping a buffout Pill Steve grabbed the leather harness again and whilst the unicorn struggled at the start eventually it understood they were going and the pair slowly made their way back to town and towards the dinner.

Approaching the dinner (which was now open) it appeared that some sort of trader had arrived and set up shop. The super mutant was also lurking nearby but thankfully it had seemlying not attempted to eat anyone yet.
  
“What the hell is that?” One of the caravan guards called out as he noticed Steve approach with the creature “some sort of one headed radstag?”

[i]What the fuck is radstag? [/i]

“No I think it’s... an Unicorn.” Steve replied as he tried the creature’s loose harness strap to one of lampposts just outside the diner. 

“Unicorn? Then why doesn’t it have a horn?”

“I don’t know...Radiation? I just recalled the name from a book I read awhile back, for all I know people call them buttstallions or some weird shit.”

“Regardless of what it’s called it’s mine now.” Steve added on as walked up to the counter “speaking of which Ace isn’t it? God only knows when it last ate or what it eats so what do you have for sale?”

“Start with the Vegetables.... Any Melons or carrots? Bound to have something it likes...”