In The Eyes of He (mature, private)

After switching to a fresh magazine with the end of the crowd of bugs that had tried to ambush them, Sam glanced back to Evangeline, "What? You never geard of the thing about roaches being able to survive a nuke?" He trjed joking to liten up the mood while they were only recovering from an attack by bugs.

It wasn't until Evangeline mentioned leaving that he pulled his carbine back up to his shoulder, "To be honest. It's not so bad once you get used to all the freaks of nature out there." His stride was swift, but in a way that provided a picture of discipline, much like a soldier, "Dont worry about it. If it weren't for me you'd probably still be out cold. No pun intended." He chuckled at his own joke as they left the previously hidden chamber and made their way back outside.

After he shot at the grotesque group of roaches, she peaked her head over his shoulder to take a quick glance. Her face twisted into something of disgust. "Radroaches? radiation did this to them?" she asked as she turned her head away from their corpses. The smell was faint, but noticable enough to give her a wiff of something maybe worse than the scent of trash. "Even after the war, they still live. Pity," she muttered, her grip on Sam's coat loosening until she released it. "The sooner we leave and find civilization the better.. I'm scared to see whats out there, honestly," Evangeline took in a breath as she pulled her long brown hair over her shoulder. "I can't tell you already how much this means to me.. I don't know what I would've done if I woke up with no one around.."

Sam lifted his carbine when he heard the clattering vents. Given this was a vault it could be anywhere from something pathetic to an invisible monster able to shrink or grow and lop his head off with a single swing. Evangeline's scream didn't seem to help matters much more. That was until he noticed that it was only a few rad-roaches, "Calm down." He spoke with a hint of annoyance, "They're just rad roaches." He dropped his slung carbine and drew his pistol with a stubby sound suppressor from the holster on his leg. A couple of nine millimeter bullets muffled by the suppressor or a hefty stomp on those that got close enough seemed to do the trick with each roach with little to any effort used to dispatch the overgrown insects. Once his first magazine ran empty another was slammed home to continue on the group  moving towards them.

"I suppose I don't have to.. I'll try and keep up then," she nodded. In the distance towards a vent, the sound of scattering could be heard very faintly. Her head whipped around in slight panic. "W-what was that?" Seems as though the vent was weak enough for large skittering radroaches to fall out in a small group. Evangeline screamed at the sight and ran behind Sam, clutching onto his jacket with her eyes tightly shut. Buy it didn't help, she could still hear the squeak and gross skittering, their many feets ticking on the steel floor and the loud fluttering when they'd open their outer shell and fly into the air as they would head towards Sam. "Sam!" She cried out, not wanting to hear the creatures getting louder by the second.

Sam glanced towards where he had originally entered with a slight groan past his mask, "Unless you plan on taking my pack, you won't be carrying anything." He lifted a hand up, "No offense, but I don't trust you to carry my stuff yet and I don't want to waste ammo shooting you in the back because you tried running with my stuff."

Sam just started walking back out of the previously hidden room motioning for Evangeline to follow, "If there was anyone or anything here, they're long gone now. I searched just about the entire vault looking for anything. Either your boys took off with everything a long time ago or everything was looted out of here."

He glanced at his pack almost like he was questioning his sanity, "If you absolutely feel like you need something then I might let you borrow one of my spare side arms from my bag. Let's just get out of here first and into the daylight. This place gives me the creeps."

"Y-Yes! Yes I promise I wont be much trouble at all!" she replied, taking a step closer as she'd nod eagerly. "If you need me to carry anything I can do that."
Another thing came to mind. He's carrying a gun, danger. She isn't the fastest person, so outrunning bullets will be a problem. Hopefully she could keep up.
Her hand came over her Pipboy and clicked through the channels to check her status. Well, she was perfectly fine and healthy. Everything is empty though other than that.
Her vault tech uniform that had hugged her body was probably good enough for protection, but just in case.. she should find something. "Have you.. found anything around here that perhaps I could use? I remember there being guards, I could maybe use their armor and baton to defend myself if we run into trouble I would think.. as much as I dont want to," she muttered the last bit to herself.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "Honestly. That's up to you. Can't really force you anywhere, but there is a town I'm headed to a little ways out East." Before he could think or say much more, he spotted her tears, "Sorry to say. I'm only here because I thought there were supplies here. If Vault-Tec ever had a rescue team, they went the way of the bombs. Gone in a flash." He couldn't help but to rub the back of his head, "But if you promise not to do anything that would get us killed, I'll escort you to the town I was going to head off too."

"Sam.. okay, well.. nice to meet you, Sam," she spoke softly. "What do I do now? is no one else alive? are we the only ones alive from the war?" she asked, gradually talking faster as the thoughts of being the only two people alive begun to panic her. If that were the fact, what on earth would they do? She would have to follow him, there was no way she would let him just leave her and go on his way when she had no knowledge of the New World. He appeared to know a thing or two. Her vision slowly began to blur as tears begun welling up in her light brown eyes. "W-we can't be the only ones, right? the police, o-or a rescue team surely must be around and have a base somewhere, we need to get to them!"

The male eased the carbine to his side while he steadied Evangeline up, "This is nothing. I heard about a spot way out East that used sounds to turn people into sleeper agents or something like that. Ended up killing everyone when they went nuts." There was something of an lightening out of his tone while he spoke, maybe to get her to forget that she just became the sole survivor of a vault, "As for me. Sam Westwood. And before you say anything, I know I sound like an old west movie. I've been catching shit for it neigh on ten years."

Her eyes widened at the news, a century and a half? That's impossible. She couldn't accept that. It just seemed like a couple hours ago that she took her vault suit and was escorted to one of the cryostasis pods and put to sleep. He must be pulling her leg.. then again, the room looks like a mess. The other pods were either busted or malfunctioning, everything covered in some dust and rust somehow. She looked up at the man and saw he was dressed up in a strange get up, clothes dirty, scorched in some areas, stained from mysterious fluids and.. a gas mask? how appeared to be some dessert drifter from the old movies she watched as a kid.
"I'm.. the only one alive?" she asked as she would stare at the pods again. "I-I see.. of course.. Vault Tech was always a fishy company to me," she muttered as she looked back at the mysterious man as he helped her back on her feet. "My name.. yes, right. My name is Evangeline Myles.. who are you?" she asked back.

The completely covered male shook his head to the question, "I know a bit on treating a gunshot would or a stab wound if that's what you mean, but no. Not any kind of doctor." He answered glancing about at the rest of the cells with either rotten flesh built up on the glass or the others that had rotting bodies stored inside.

The male lifted a hand and acted as though he were about to answer how long she had been in there, but lowered his finger when he started thinking about when she was put to sleep in the first place, "Well." He started scratching a gloved hand at the vent at his mask, "I guess that depends. If you were tossed in here right when the world went boom then about a century and a half." He answered again glancing at the tubes, "And as far as I can tell, you're the only one that's alive in this place." He stated before hooking an arm around her to help her to her feet, "Alright. My turn to ask a question. What's your name?"

The male stared in amazement at this young woman that had survived whatever had killed off everything else that he had seen in this vault. Sounds, scents and everything suddenly flew out the window once he spotted her in her coughing fit.

That was until she actually started talking, "Water. Right." He tossed his bag to the ground and started digging in. Various rattles, clattering and other noises began to sound off inside. After a minute of digging and almost jumping inside the bag to find what he needed, he pulled out a bottle of greyish colored water and handed it to her, "It's all I've got. Sorry."

(I wrote out that scene I was talking about if you're interested in taking a look)

There's a phrase that I always heard of as a kid. War, war never changes. To this day I still don't get it. War changed hundred of times. From using rocks and clubs, to sword and spears then going to guns. So when someone explains to me that war has changed I just kind of laugh. I stay as polite as I can, but I'll laugh. Well, that was until I went out smuggling one day. It was a day I'll never forget.

*present time*

A male walked through the rusty halls of a vault he had just opened up. Pearls of the Wastes. The most dangerous places imaginable, but often home to the greatest treasures that the country could hold. Other times, they're complete duds like the one this gas mask and leather armor wearing waster had recently found out.

"God fucking damn it." The young man's voice echoed out from his gas mask's voice emitter, "This place was sealed up for God knows how long and it's still got nothing." He opened up a kitchen cabinet to see that it was empty much like everything else, "No food? What the fuck!" He shouted as he rushed through the halls. The duster he wore flapping behind him as he ran.

His rush landed him to what was labeled as 'security', "Come on. At least have some fucking ammo." He slammed his foot on the door several times in frustration when it wouldn't open right away, "And of course you wouldn't be unlocked. Because this god damned place hates me." The swift action of a pin and a screwdriver flicked the lock open and the steel doors opened to reveal...nothing. Just empty shelves and already opened ammo cans with nothing to show for what he went through, "And fuck you too." He kicked one set of shelves down.

The chain reaction of falling shelves knocked into a terminal at the end of the room. As a result a hidden room suddenly opened up in the room. His endless frustration seemed to end right then and there when he saw the new hall. A putrid smell permeated his mask which instinctively made him want to cover his already covered face.

"Hidden rooms mean goods right? Please tell me this is where all the good stuff is." His gloved hand unslung the carbine on his back as he took his first steps inside the new room. Everything grew dark soon after he entered and a white light shined into a beam as the light on his mask lit the way down the new hall. Unfortunately he saw what this new room was hiding.

Dirty tubes lined the walls. Out of curiosity, the male wiped off some of dirt from the first tube he came across. Inside was a rotting corpse. The flesh on the first body was literally falling off the bone of the skeleton.

In shock he jumped back and hit the keyboard to a terminal. Behind him, the tube hissed with steam as its occupant was released from the chamber. His carbine was aimed at the tube more in shock and surprise than anticipating a threat. Instead of seeing a corpse like in the previous tube, he saw the tube open to release the young woman traped inside.

"Hey. You alright?" He asked as the buzz of his mask made him sound less human. His carbine slowly lowered when he saw the occupant as almost no threat.

(Ok. So the world in question is focused in the Fallout games. I recommend looking it up or playing the games to get a glimpse of the setting. I do recommend playing the games regardless. They're post nuclear fun with lots of humor [3 not so much, but some is there].

Anyway, need someone to play the girl coming out of cryosleep. Personality can vary, but looking for a more innocent and naive lady that doesn't know the outside world.)