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100 years after being freed from his graveyard prison, the Ghoul holds his own against the now-flooded Santa Monica coastline—and all its irradiated, offshore horrors. When a woman interrupts his isolation, his days and nights only become stranger, his senses more untrustworthy. Lately, the ocean itself seems like it’s out to get him.
A closer look at her reveals she isn’t so clean after all, with water soaking the bottom of her rolled up pant legs, her sleeves. There’s grime along the hem of her linen blouse and bloody scratches at the heels of her hands. Like she’s fallen down recently, maybe when scrabbling up the beach.
The Ghoul watches her. Her blouse is so thin he can see the shape of her waist when she stands up again.
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After the bombing of Shady Sands, Lucy never makes it back to Vault 33. Separated from her family, she’s taken under the wing of the Flame Mother herself: Lee Moldaver. When she goes her own way, Lucy makes a living in the wasteland as a physician and midwife. Eventually, it’s time to go back to the observatory—in the company of a bounty hunter.
“First, you’re gonna tell me what the fuck you put into that vial. Next, you’re gonna jump out of your seat and hand me back my fucking bag. Think you can sit pretty after stealing a bounty from me? You’re mistaken.” The Ghoul sounds furious.
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The Ghoul sounds confident when he intuits her train of thought.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that sky again for the first time.” He tilts his head up, follows Lucy’s gaze, points his revolver at the stars with his finger on the trigger. That’s bad trigger discipline, she thinks. “It never loses its charm, just gets harder to appreciate. You’ll see.”
The surface is an ugly and intimidating place, but Lucy is resolved to keep faith in the good, the human, the transcendent. Up here, people worth caring about are worth protecting. Even if it means going through hell.