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[h1][color=00ff00]Adder[/color][/h1]

Minutes after minutes passed as things died down a little outside. Adder was still hunched over the radio inside with everybody, but it felt like forever once the boys in brass got here. All she could hear outside was a few isolated gunshots and heavy duty vehicles wheeling around a little, she couldn’t quite see anything given the positions everything was in, but there was a hell of a lot less commotion than before. Either Adder was locked in with a few of the only non-raiders left alive, or the Brotherhood won. Adder didn’t feel too comfy either way, she was a sitting duck here. Any stragglers could come blasting through the moment things relaxed enough and that put her in edge. Keeping her ear to the radio, she couldn’t hear anymore incoming messages, so surely it wouldn’t hurt to try again, right? [color=00ff00]”Hello? Can anybody hear me? Anybody at all? What’s going on out there? I repeat, are the raiders gone?”[/color] Her stern and serious voice went through the radio as very clearly ghoulish, and just a little on the thirsty side. Surely someone in those big ass gun cars down the road had a receiver. [color=00ff00]”We’re still boxed in back here. Is it safe to come out yet?”[/color] Probably not. Honestly, being stuck inside for two days straight a while from home while raiders tear the place up wasn’t exactly Adder’s idea of a solid work day. She came here just to fix a few things around the town for the Marshalls and the Tarheels, and then go home. She was in the middle of fixing up a car’s axle when shit went south, and she would have been able to go home if it weren’t for the fact that some dumbass gunked it up with radroach and decided it would be a genius idea to call a mechanic [i]before[/i] the roadkill was out of the way. Not that Adder cares that much, after all, she was always paid well for working in town, but it would sure as hell be nice to not be sitting holed up waiting for the raiders to die off. The longer she waited, the more she’d check in on the radio. And the longer she messed with the radio, the more someone was probably going to give her shit for clogging the airwaves. Not that the airwaves would be clogged in the first place if she had any idea what was going on outside safe place she was stuck in, she couldn’t complain, after al, it was safe in there with all those people, and she had a gun at her hip...But it got boring in there, she already finished off the two cans of cram she packed for the day, hopefully they’ve got something good to eat in town...

[color=00ff00]”Anyone?”[/color]

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