A rickety old van is parked just outside Gomorrah. The outsides are faded, and its clear that its been around since long before the bombs dropped, scrawled on the side in red lettering are the words, "MISS-TER-REEE MATCH-EEN" . Clearly someone is great at spelling.  Smokes is billowing from the windows and seams as a distinct rattling is heard along with fits of giggling. After a few moments the door opens, and out pops a ghoul. The ghoul is male, maybe middle age, and armed with a few hand guns.  He looks as if he's not quit 'feral' ...but not really all 'there' .   After the ghoul, pops Emma, mohawk dyed bright purple, and grinning toothily. A cigar clenched between her front teeth and adorned with bright red, and blue 'war paint', she straightens her outfit as the smoke billows around her,<span style="color: blue">"Zoinks Ruby...." </span>she addresses the ghoul,as she can hear the zombies moaning off in the distance<span style="color: blue">"Stopping wasn't yr best idea...I mean...the Psycho was good..but ain't gonna be much fun to be eaten alive -high or not." </span><br/><br/>The ghoul tilts its head at her , and makes a grunting noise, much like a dog.  Fucking ghouls.  Emma could never turn one down, and when this one asked -no...mumbled and begged- for a hand in escaping the city, she couldn't turn him down. Standing like a lost puppy, whimpering. What was she to do? She had a thing for the defenseless.<br/><br/>Emma is clad in her traditional light armor,brown leather pants, and an olive green combat vest, armed with a ton of knives and a messenger bag of explosives. Her beloved Annabelle is not with her however.   She reaches into her vest , and pulls out a folded piece of paper , with a scribbled rendition of New Vegas drawn  on it .<span style="color: blue">"Right so...if..we head..this way..we should be able to bypass most the shufflers..er whatever them things are.."<br/>
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</span><br/>Rubey just stares off into space, drooling and licking his lips.<br/><br/>Emma glares at him and shouts,<span style="color: blue">"HEY...are you alive?!" </span><br/><br/>The Ghoul snaps his head and looks at her, then giggles."EH he hehehehe"<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Right."  </span>Emma pushes the ghoul aside ,<span style="color: blue"> "Bleeding heart that's what I am.."  </span>She stubbs out her cigar and looks around the corner of the van, the coast looked fairly clear...  then she hears it.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"GRACIOUS! HELLLPPP MEEEEEEEEEE" </span><br/><br/><br/>The convict sighs,<span style="color: blue">"Goddamnit..." </span>and heads off in the direction of the crys for help. Rubey follows...slowly, stopping for a moment to eat some dirt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>