The worst feeling I've ever had...
I was living a modest life here in detroit, selling spare junk, getting money and wasting it on the red gnome. Not a bad life, but not a fun one either...
So I decided to visit the hatter, when he told me about a job involving some fort up north, so I grabbed my gear, bought bullets for my shotgun and revolver and left.
Things turned out to be uglier however... Half way to the fort I had to camp in a ruined bungalow, where I had to fight 6 melonheads, I had to run, eventually passing out in the middle of the woods, when I woke up, I was starving and thirsty. Water was easy to find.. Food however... I tried eating squirrels, but they weren't enough... I was starting to get weak... I was getting desperate... When suddenly, a woman approached me, she was carrying an empty shotgun and a multitool. I talked to her, it looked like she was troubled as well, talking about nightmares or something.. She seemed like a nice person, she also sticked around alot, looting old spots but staying away from my camp. The desperation got bad. Really bad. So I walked up to her, and when she saw me, she recognized me, revealing herself from her hiding spot and even trying to talk to me. This made things worst.
I ran up to her, she was still trying to talk to me, she didn't suspected a thing, so I demolished her head with my crowbar. She got a concussion and started running away from me, she was obviously scared, but I was hungry, she fell down, and when I got to her I shot her with my revolver.
After this, I felt awful, like a monster. I cut her up and started making a fire to cook my... food... I wasn't hungry anymore, but I still felt horrible, she trusted a stranger like me, until I smashed her head... I'm heading to the fort now. Wish me luck.
"I would stay away from that hex if I were you..."