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Christine traveled with Arthur back to the Mojave Wasteland; making the perilous journey by foot. It took two weeks to complete; leaving both exhausted by the time they got back to the abandoned bunker Arthur had originally departed from. They both slid down the hatch into the bunker; inhaling and exhaling heavily as they sucked in the stale air around them. Arthur pulled a footlocker from the wall just beneath the ladder; trying to pry it open with his fingers. When he found it had been secured with a rusty padlock; he swung his rifle from over his back and grabbed it with both hands. He began to rapidly smash the stock into the lock; shattering the rusted pieces inside. The locked flung off and smacked the opposite wall with a loud, hollow smack, and Arthur slid his rifle back over his shoulder. He leaned down again and pried the footlocker open; rifling through its contents. "Go check the rest of the bunker." he said; not turning over his shoulder towards Christine. She silently obeyed; still adapting to having the ability to talk again.
Arthur continued to rifle through the footlocker; pulling items with one arm as he undid the velcro straps of his bullet proof vest with the other. He tossed the vest aside and stepped out of the faded, orange Sierra Madre jumpsuit; tossing it into a heap with the vest. He grabbed his own pants and shirt and pulled them on; feeling relief at having his old clothes back again. He grabbed a few more items out of the footlocker; keeping them in his hand as he walked throughout the bunker.
When he entered the room Christine had gone to look through, Elijah's room; she was sat at a terminal at the far end; scanning through documents and diaries Elijah had left behind; trying to find out what exactly had happened and why. She powered it off and turned back around shortly after Arthur entered. "Find anything?" he asked. Christine nodded; still not used to speaking; then corrected herself when she remembered Arthur's impairment. She coughed as she mustered a simple yet difficult "Yes" in return. Arthur nodded to himself several times; taking a deep breath as he gathered his surroundings. "Here." he said as he looked back towards Christine; tossing her the pile of clothes he'd gathered in his right hand. "It's not much; but it should be better than that jumpsuit from earlier. I'll let you change; meet me up top in about five minutes, alright?" Christine tried to say "Yes" again; but it came out in the form of a rough cough. "What? We doing one cough for yes, two for no?" Arthur joked; smiling slightly. Christine let out a grumble and rolled her eyes as Arthur walked out of the room; chuckling to himself.
She met him at the entrance of the bunker five minutes later; completely changed into her new clothes. "Alright-.." Arthur said, "Where we headin' next? Just spent the last two weeks hiking through the pits of hell, could use some rest. I hear Jacobstown is nice this time of year; you up for it?" Christine clenched her left hand; the leather glove making a light squelch as is tightened. She smacked Arthur's forearm with the back of her fist. "I'll take that as a yes," Arthur said; and they set off.
Still have no idea what I'm doing. I write in spurts; whatever I find interesting. Christine interests me right now. So yeah. Prologue or sequel. What if scenario. I dunno. Something.
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Christine is a great character, the Dev's dropped the ball by not using her more IMO
Cheers
Yes, this is good to read--Christine deserved more than she got as a character.
Love it. Nice to see somebody giving Christine some love