[h1][center][color=yellowgreen]T H E   B O T T L E   C A P S   U N I T E D[/color][/center][/h1]

[b]Caravan 1, Unknown location, The Appalachia[/b]

	"Ah-ah-ah-AHCHOO!" A few bottle caps clinked to the ground as a Glowing one sneezed them out. Dr. Fatta sighed, as the only remaining of the original founders he was highly disappointed of how much his people had gone down hill. Sure they had increased a hundredfold, but the latest trend was to stick bottlecaps up your nose. A trend which had at least three Glowing ones hospitalized. Or at least, if you could call it a hospital. Majority of the 'equipment' was rusty knives, but they did the job, and with the healing factor gifted to Glowing ones by radiation, the cut didn't even have to be precise, although you did have to pull out the bottle cap before the skin closed over again.
	[i]At least we found a way to tame the mongrels right?[/i] He thought to himself. Majority of the glowing ones though of anything that glowed as a friend, and after offering food and water, the feeling was usually mutual. The mongrels had been found as pups, and since then been ghoulified and turned glowing, now they were Vicious attack dogs, at least, to anyone who didn't give them food.
	"Speak of the devil!" Shouted out Dr. Fatta, the hunters had returned with food.

	"We found this weird thing!" One of the hunters shouted back. A few ghouls they had picked up in the Appalachia murmured among themselves.

	"Where did you find this? Was it alive when you found it?" One asked.

	"Just outside where we're parked now, it was dead with some slash marks on the neck."

	"This is a Yao guai, one of the most deadly creatures of the of the Appalachia. At the moment I can only think of one creature who could do this."

	"We'll cook it later then, everyone pack up, we're heading out." Interrupted Dr. Fatta, waving everyone back to their caravan carts.

	Soon all of the glowing ones were on the move once again, each cart being pulled by a few Brahmin or radstags, led by a single glowing one sitting on the roof. Inside Glowing ones were feasting on the remains of the meal from the previous day, or trying to get some sleep to prepare for their shift driving the carts. The mongrels play-fought with a glowing super-mutant. A rad-gull flew around it's owner. Older glowing ones told new recruits about traveling all the way to the Mojave with the Bottle Caps United. All was good, but that would change.

[b]Caravan 2, Unknown location, The Appalachia[/b]

	"Be careful around this cliff Ted, we don't want to fall off." The last of the carts in caravan two trudged along the side of the cliff. If they dropped not even the glowing ones with a higher healing factor could survive... And of course if they did they would have to worry about the gulpers at the bottom. Without warning the cart in front of them suddenly veered off course. Then, the driver, Ted let out an ear piercing scream. Then jerked hard to his left off the cliff.
	"What was that?" Shouted out someone from the caravans in front, before driving his caravan off the cliff.

	"Everyone down! Raiders are-" Then a bullet shut him up.

	Radstags were fleeing everywhere, quite a large number of them leaping off the cliff, caravan and all. Luckily a few hunters and soldiers remained from the attack. Charging up the hill they emitted enough radiation to match a nuclear bomb. Every wound they got healed over within seconds. The raiders may have killed a few ghouls, but the glowing ones massacred all the raiders. In the end the warning got out to the other raiders, don't mess with glowing ones.