Giving the spear a final twist, Lyla put her foot down on the carapace of the now extinguished Radroach and yanked her weapon free. Any shelter and the little buggers could be found there, usually feeding off some poor bastard who'd been unlucky enough to be overwhelmed. It'd certainly explain the older odour that lingered in the house over that of the three newly vanquished bugs. They tasted like feet unless spiced and they definitely smelled like old feet, feet that had been dipped in old and moldy brahmin cheese with bits of faeces clinging to the cuticles and then sponged with unwashed testes. She was glad for the scarf that hung about her face, it filtered the worst of it otherwise she'd have chundered the moment she walked in. At least there was no more movement in the house apart from her own, the living room was an array of broken and chewed furniture, old radroach husks and a decidedly human skeleton. The kitchen wasn't much better, everything had been opened and looted long before she got here. Still, it was always worth looking, people missed things and sometimes left things as well. At least the houses were easy to search, so many out this way seemed to look the same. Like the old world had lost it's imagination and just replicated hundreds of the things all at once. Weirdos. Walking back to the front door and looking outside, it still seemed quiet out there. Another morning amongst another batch of houses in some nameless and abandoned settlement of old, the sun was rising and it was only going to get hot. With her water reserves starting to get a little low, she wasn't so keen on moving about during the day when she'd sweat more. Night was the friend of someone who travelled, as long as you didn't stumble across a deathclaw but realistically, the day was no friend either in that respect. At least at night you were both stuffed and it came down to luck and not rolling an ankle. Taking hold of her bag she'd left outside the door, she dragged it inside and closed the door behind her. This would have to do, though maybe she'd toss the bodies out first. After checking upstairs. There wasn't much to find, save a room the radroaches hadn't gotten into yet. The mattress was a bit rotted but still serviceable, it definitely beat lying out in the open. It always felt a little sad when you found a relatively untouched room. Normally rooms had been fouled by the people and creatures of the waste, but this looked like only a couple of people had slept here before and hadn't torn the place apart. Posters still hung from the walls, soccer and baseball to match the glass cabinet where only a couple of wooden trophies still stood, anything metal had probably been looted. Searching the drawers yielded a few pieces of clothing, her size but not to her taste save for a bra that was just her size. A little poignant, but she wasn't going to dwell on it. The rest of the top floor secured, she headed downstairs to grab her backpa- "Fuck!" The couch collapsed as she reached the bottom of the stairs and already a head was emerging from the wreck. Grabbing the bag, she didn't make for the door but instead made her way up the stairs as the radroach pulled itself through and a second began to emerge. Tossing the bag down the hall, she made for the shelving and pulled it down, crushing the first radroach that was making it's way up and blocking the second. Looking over the barrier, she could see the wreck more clearly. The couch had been sitting over a hole that several more radroaches were pulling themselves through now. Sticking her spear over the barrier she got the tip under the second radroach and flipped it in a lever motion, sending it sailing back down the stairs onto it's back. After a little while it managed to rock back onto it's feet where it scurried into the kitchen. Taking the shelving from the other rooms except for the one she'd earmarked for herself, there was no way the roaches were getting at her and they seemed relatively unconcerned with her now that she wasn't downstairs. Taking her backpack to her room and closing the door, she had a look outside. Still clear, no horde of radroaches, maybe they'd even be gone from downstairs after she'd taken a nap. If not she could drop from the window and make her way then, either way a problem for future Lyla. Pulling the bed away from the window so she wouldn't end up in the sun, she shifted the chest of drawers across the door and started unpacking her things. A container with some brahmin jerky and some water, she was right for a rest. With any luck, the afternoon would be her time to go. OOC: If you're interested in meeting up, message me. Oh, and if there are any problems with the bio or posting be sure to let me know mods, I just wanted to kickstart something while I still had a bit of spark.