[@Su] [color=1a7b30][i][h1] [center] AHAB [img]https://i.imgur.com/SEi3cVa.jpg[/img] Western Oregon, I-5, Northern Frontier June 16th, 2284 Mid-Evening [/center] [/h1][/i][/color] The large super mutant was more than happy to be a part of this group, not many people would even talk to a super mutant. Most people would just want to shoot him dead and be on their way. The large mutant had stumbled onto the Followers while he was scavenging for supplies, he had saved a Follower member named David who repaid him by giving him some work. The jobs he was given were serviceable. Mostly helping druggies kicking their jet habits, or commonly saving someone from bleeding out. This current assignment seemed quite strange to him, finding a woman immune to radiation and potentially mutation. It seemed quite unbelievable to him. Although contradictory to his belief, he had seen quite a lot of unbelievable events in his long life. While in Klamath he got the feeling that they were being duped by the NCR troops, which he found to be a common occurrence. Noting how corrupt the NCR had gotten over the past couple of years, he was surprised that it had not imploded from the large amount of incompetence and greed the government had shown. During their trip he walked past the many burned out cars and rotten corpses, something he had seen countless times. Although desensitised by death and decay, he still felt saddened seeing the destruction of war first hand. Soon the sight of dilapidated cars and empty roads were replaced by vegetation and greenery. It was a nice change of scenery, on the days he was not working, usually he would be growing flowers or even food to give to the poor. Although he was cautious because he had his fair share of dangerous encounters with violent plants. Quickly picking a flower from a bush and putting it onto the lapel of his duster. The hulking figure made sure that they were not going to run into any spore plants. When the grow travelled far enough and the sun was starting to set, he was glad to rest because his feet were killing him. While the rest of the team were either resting or taking turns standing guard, Ahab was reading a few pages of Moby Dick. He surmised that he must have read the book hundreds of times, if not more. But he was always happy to experience the adventure of Captain Ahab. Part of him desired to go on a boat and sail the high seas with a ragtag group. Although two problems were ever present, one he did not have a boat and two he didn’t think the team would even want to go on a boat. His mind wandered a bit before being alerted by Darya. Quickly standing up and readying his .45 Auto pistol, quickly loading a magazine filled with .45 hollow point bullets. He was reminded of where he had gotten the pistol, from a New Canaanite named Father Berkley. The man was nice but Ahab was not really interested in partaking in a religion that is blasphemous. The gun itself was well crafted and easy to maintain, which was good for Ahab since he was not very good with repairing things. Firing a couple of shots at the pairs of eyes hiding behind the bushes and trees, he could hear the yelping and whines of the wolves. A good sign since that means Ahab had hit his target. Feeling a little terrible hearing their cries of pain, being reminded of the time Ishmael was killed by raiders. He held his dog after slaughtering all the raiders, the dog bleeding out in his arms. Ahab felt some tears rolling down his face, now projecting his anger for the raiders towards the wolves. “[color=1a7b30][i]You shalt not ent'r our domain foul beasts, i shall smith thee and sendeth thy hides to the devil’s pit.[/i][/color] ”