Team Pacifists with Guns Running Around

[young_idealist]

Who: Team Pacifists with Guns (Chuck Bartowski, Judas and Armand St. Just)
What: Port: Wasteland
When: Leaving the vault and later...
Where: Environs vaguely between the vault and the city
Warnings: No real ones so far. Maybe lots of messiness and complaning. No deaths, though. Not of characters anyway.
Notes: We'll just put what we need here for the

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[scruffynerdhrdr]

Chuck surveyed the area. The mantle of leadership seemed to have fallen to him, because of his own admission that he'd been here before. Or somewhere like here, at any rate - he didn't want to get into an explanation of post-apocalyptic video games right now.

The terrain seemed familiar enough from what he could recall of the area, but he wasn't too sure if it was actually more different than it seemed. Things were just off enough to disorient him.

Figures it wouldn't be easy.

"That way," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt as his eyes caught a glimmer of light on the horizon. Was it a mirage? An illusion?

God, he hoped not. With starvation and radiation poisoning hanging over their heads like a sword of Damocles, he'd have quite a bit of time to feel stupid about it before he died.

[heavenonthemind]

Judas nodded quietly, shaking a little as he did so. This was the kind of thing he hated: guns, unknown territory, all of it. He hung behind both Chuck and Armand, eyebrow knitted and honestly not wanting to leave the safety of the vault. It was nice here. It really was.

"Are you sure?" He didn't want to end up dead before he could help an inmate.

[young_idealist]

"I think we have to try," Armand said, looking back at Judas. He knew he wanted to stay put too, but he was afraid they'd be stranded. And if they waited and found they couldn't return to the Barge, they'd be too weak and would probably die. There was no food in the vault.

"There's no food here," he added. "That's not a big problem for a day or two, but if we stay..." He didn't want to explain his fears out loud.

But he turned his eyes to see where Chuck was pointing. "Do you see something? I feel like something is watching us." He didn't even know why that was easier to say than his more realistic fears.

[scruffynerdhrdr]

"Reasonably sure." Chuck sighed. "It's not like we really have any other choice."

And Armand had inflamed his paranoia. "No. I don't see anything watching us. Which is...great, actually," he said, heavy on the sarcasm. "'Cause we really want to be snuck up on right now." His hand went to the pistol at his side. It felt chunky and unwieldy - Casey would probably like it. He'd be a crack shot with it, too.

"Yeah," he said, squaring his shoulders. "It's this way." And he set off towards the direction he was pretty sure that civilization lay in.

If he was wrong, there would be some awkward apologies later. He hoped he wasn't. Awkward apologies were the worst time.

Sorry for the brutally short tag. :c

[heavenonthemind]

Judas frowned but nodded and followed, ever the disciple in a group; he hated taking the lead and as he glanced between Armand and Chuck, he felt a churning in his gut. This wasn't going to end well for any of them.