Not far from the conversation taking place, albeit so far, somewhat one sided, some<i>thing </i>crawled in the dirt. It slithered it's way, very quietly making it's way to the opposite side of the car that Becca had ended up perched on. It made it's way under the car hunting this warm blooded one. It needed to feed on something soon or it may not have the energy to get back to it's hole.<br/><br/><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=US&amp;hl=en&amp;client=mv-google&amp;v=Ujzp9ffPwPM" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Pip Boys in the area start to play this tune.</a><br/><br/>Of course the hunter was being hunted... And she was getting KWAZY hungry... she eyed the slithering mutated something as it made it's way to the car... no dummy in her own right, she noticed the... rather yummy woman sitting with her back to her on the burnt out husk of a car. Then there was the other one, with a weapon, and definitely equipped to handle itself. No clue what that thing might be under the mask. In her hunger, she made her way as quietly and quickly as possible using the terrain to her advantage, silent and unseen, she was in striking distance of the creature, the woman or the masked one.<br/><br/>She needed to feed very soon and like hell she was going to let this pretty one or this covered one steal her dinner. No way, no how. She licked her lips at the sight of the exposed flesh of the woman. She figured if she failed to get her initial prize, perhaps her meal was sitting right in front of her. Had to be careful though, lots of variables here. Needed to wait for just the right moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>