fallout-lou-begas: Well, you pack up your things, you head out againinto some unknown spot where nob

fallout-lou-begas:

Well, you pack up your things, you head out again
into some unknown spot where nobody’s been.
You reach the spot where your fortune lies,
you find it’s been staked by seventeen other guys.
—“Uranium Fever,” Elton Britt (1955)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’
#11 - Searchlight​

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EXT. SEARCHLIGHT MEDICAL CLINIC.

AGNES SANDS, hair cropped and a natural color, opens the door and lets herself in. A RECEPTIONIST greets her with a wave.

AGNES, clad in a radiation suit and carrying a 10mm SMG, kicks down the door from inside the SEARCHLIGHT MEDICAL CLINIC.

SFX:KTHWAK!

The RECEPTIONIST is dead behind her, limp on the desk. She exits quickly but quietly, grimacing with terror.

Two GHOULS, victims of the radiation that has overrun the town, rush AGNES. She sprints through SEARCHLIGHT, peppering the horde of GHOULS with suppressing fire as she makes her escape.

SFX:BRR DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK

RECEPTIONIST:Hi! Have an appointment?

AGNES, younger and warmer and with two eyes in her head, smiles nervously.

AGNES:Yeah. Uh, Agnes Sands?

AGNES:It’s my first time. Here,I mean.

RECEPTIONIST:Dr. Park will see you now.

The RECEPTIONIST gestures behind her.

A GHOUL has seized AGNES by the shoulders. She screams as she disintegrates it with point-blank fire from her SMG. It’s deafening.

SFX:BRR DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK

AGNES walks around the RECEPTIONIST’S desk and waves, grinning.

AGNES:Thanks, take care.

AGNES bolts through the irradiated remains of SEARCHLIGHT, straggling GHOULS coming to life around her.

AGNES inspects a vial held tight between her thumb and finger, labeled “Estradiol 20mg/mL. She frowns.

DR. PARK: I know it’s not as much as your previous provider had you on, but…this is all we can spare, per patient.

DR. PARK: Still, it ought to be enough.

AGNES:Enough for howlong?

DR. PARK: At a quarter-mL each week,ten weeks or so. I wish we didn’t have to ration, but Auto-Doc synthesization can be…inefficient.

AGNES backpedals as fast as she can, firing on the last of the GHOULS chasing her out towards the limits of SEARCHLIGHT, pure panic and terror erupting from her face.

SFX:BRR DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK DAK

DR. PARK: Supply is just too slow to come, too fast to go, I’m afraid.

AGNES:That’s alright, I’ll…take what I can get. Thank you, doctor.

AGNES runs out of SEARCHLIGHT towards CASS, standing on guard by a truck at the settlement outskirts, away from the GHOULS. AGNES seems to have lost them.

AGNES:Cass!

CASS looks up, alert.

CASS:Agnes?

AGNES:Rad-Away!

CASS:Are you-

AGNES rips the mask off of her radiation suit, screaming.

AGNES:Get the Rad-Away!

Arriving safely at the truck, AGNES stumbles to the ground and vomits. CASS approaches apprehensively.

AGNES:Oh God, oh God…

CASS:Agnes, it’s okay. I’ve got it.

CASS unclips AGNES’ duffel bag from around her shoulders, taking it off of her, as AGNES unzips the suit to administer Rad-Away to herself.

CASS:Here. And I’ve got your bag.

AGNES groans pathetically as CASS takes the bag away, sifting through it.

CASS:Fuck,Agnes. I don’t know whatthe hell you ran in there for, but I’m not sure I’d do the same for all the caps in the Mo-

CASS opens the bag and stops, shocked, realizing what AGNES went into SEARCHLIGHT to get.

CASS (softly): -jave.

She pauses, glancing over at AGNES solemnly. She sets down the bag and kneels down next to AGNES.

CASS places a hand on AGNES’ shoulder. AGNES leans over, weak, Rad-Away coursing through her veins.