New Vegas: Blood Ties

Yasmin lazed in the shade looking out at the dirt. There weren't any cazador tracks on the dirt. The way those things skittered around, the dirt would have read like chicken scratch. It was smooth, so she relaxed. Besides, if any were around she'd hear it. The noise those things made was terrifying after you'd heard it right next to your ear while getting repeatedly stabbed with a poison stinger the size of a stake.

She rested her eyes, but listened closely to the men inside searching around and the others drinking from the tank and David's breathing next to her. But she kept her ears strained, just in case she heard that deathy hum.
 
"All clear. No Cazadors or any tracks for that matter. Nothing fresh, either." Carib had seen the outlines of latent human foot prints. Perhaps some dwellers or farmers trying to eke out an existence. Mayhap they were swallowed by the Mojave as everything else was.

Getting to the water tank, Carib refilled the Vault-15 Canteen. The water wasn't exactly Oasis cool, but it did the trick and from what it seemed like, it wasn't irradiated.

He propped a crate down and took a seat. Removing the Desert Ranger mask, he lifted his face to the sun and closed his eyes. There was a smile on his face.
 
Brad refilled his water bottles and sat down. He pulled out what was left of his scotch.
"Do you guys think it's too early, or does anyone wanna help me finish this off?"
 
Mark didn't even looked at the scotch, he was filling one of his canteens while frantically drinking from the other.
 
David mutters,"Don't drink too much, you'll wet the bed..... now go to sleep, Richard..... you know how angry Mom gets when I can't look after you."
He smiles and starts snoring.

(EDIT: Just random memories hes talking about in his sleep)
 
Yasmin looked at Brad. ''You don't have much left. So I'd be asking 'do I really need it right now?' before finishing it off. But we won't stay here long. Soon as everybody has recharged, we're off again.''

She pulled out some cram and ate it cold.
 
Carib was sniffing the air. It was nice here. He could see why someone would set up a dwelling. He was hearing the faint mutterings of David. It was reminiscent of what other soldiers, even Rangers did when they took the time to relax.

Opening a small rap, he chewed on some random jerked meat. Some was gecko, some brahmin and the darker chunks he guessed were big horner. Take two rough slaps, he chewed, rolling the rest away into his jacket pocket.

Mark was resting and Carib looked at his friend. Even in evil times such as these, it was good to know you had friends.

He saw Yasmin out of the corner of his eye. He saw her eating her cram cold. She had said they'd be up in a moment and ready to move out. Carib turned in her direction, "Ready whenever you are, Yasmin of the Blue Eyes."
 
Brad slipped the scotch back into his bag, taking Yasmin's word for it.
"Well, I'll just lay back 'til everyone's ready."
 
Mark washed up as he could, soaked his head in water and then laid his back against his backpack, legs spread, carbine resting oh helmet on the ground next to him, eating a small handful of pinyon nuts one by one, he just tried to enjoy the little rest as much as he could until everyone was ready to leave. "I'm cool, man, whenever we need to get going just tell me... no hurry though."
 
Yasmin stood and put her bag and guns back on. "Well, now that we're all concious again, let's get moving. We have a lot of distance to cover. If we make enough progress we can get another rest like this. But we gotta work for it, so let's move."

She looked on her pipboy at the dot marking their destination and began moving towards it. The short hairs on the underside of her head and the back of her neck stood on end. Soon she'd get there. Soon she'd know for sure.
 
Mark had removed his boots and rearranged the bandages on his feet, so they stay where blisters may appear. Then he put the boots back on for a perfect fit. One has to make the feet as comfortable as possible during marches.

Once that was done, he picked up his carbine, his helmet, and his backpack... as he did this he remembered that song on basic that went "Prepare your backpack, helmet and rifle. For combat we will see tonight..."
 
David gets up, picks up is kit bag and assault carbine, and waits for the others. He carries out a seven point check on his carbine and cocks itafter seeings its still in good condition
 
Brad gets up, grabs his plasma rifle, and moves closer to the others, signaling that he's ready.
 
Yasmin kept walking towards their destination and looked at Tom raising a brow. "Where ever I happen set my crap up for the night is home. I don't have one or particularly want one. Why?"
 
Brad thought about his home back at red rock. It was basically just a tent with a makeshift bed and some magazines sprawled out over the floor. It wasn't much, but it was a stable household. That was more than he could say now, being a drifter without a home.
 
Tom looked back at Yasmin, he thought to himself, 'I wonder why she dodges my questions like this, something must be up', Tom stopped himself from drifting and opened his mouth to reply to Yasmin, "Just trying to make conversation, what I meant was where did you use to call home, I know a wanderer when I see one and they very rarely start drifting for no reason".
 
Yasmin's shoulders stiffened, but she kept her pace the same. She had been given to the town of Novac along with the rest of her family after her father was killed, but that was none of his business. She decided to take the less hostile road. "Oh, you know, just some random little dirt town. Nothing important." To get the topic off her and Tom's nose out of her business she decided to do something she almost never did and contribute interest to a conversation. "What about you? your home and stuff?"
 
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