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Nuka cola in a glass, rotting corpses hang from the ceiling. Cooper keeps his hand on his gun, Lucy is jittery. Something bad happened here which wasn't uncommon for the wasteland, but this was a different type of bad. One that was even repugnant even here. She just doesn't know what. Dogmeat walks at their side, alert and ready to defend if she needs to.
“I am thinking that we shouldn't stop here,” Cooper voices, he isn't afraid. Lucy thinks he doesn't fear anything anymore, maybe he never did. “I ain't survived this long without being able to sense when something is wrong.”
“I feel it too.” Lucy needs him to know that she did, that she is no longer that naive vaultie he first found.