Fallout New Vegas story.
Chapter 2: Sunny with a side of Cheyenne
All around me, I could hear voices. I couldn’t quite pin them down to a certain location, but I could hear them. I groaned weakly, trying to attempt to come to. If this was the afterlife, it sure didn’t make me feel very welcomed. For I woke up with a raging headache. I could feel my head spinning like a top. Halfway through my attempt to stand up, I felt myself being forced back down.
It was when my head slammed back down on a soft, cushy pillow that I suddenly realized there weren’t a bunch of voices. It was just a single voice and my dizzy mind was confusing me into thinking that there was more. I allowed my head to lay on the pillow, heaving a large sigh in an attempt to relax and calm myself.
Once I was calmed, it was then I could not only pinpoint the location of the voice, but now understand what exactly it was saying. “There, that’s much better. There’s no need to rush yourself. Just relax. You can get back up when you feel better.”
It was once I took a moment to relax myself that I could feel the spinning slowing down. I finally decided that this wasn’t the afterlife after all and started opening my eyes slowly to see where exactly I was being cursed of being at. As I opened my eyes, I noticed there was a ceiling fan spinning rapidly above my head. The second I looking at the swift rotations of the ceiling fan, I felt the dizziness return. I jerked halfway up suddenly and threw my head over the side of the bed, abruptly throwing up on the floor. Once I was finished dirtying the shoe of whoever was standing at the side of my bed, my dizziness vanished from me and I managed to once again fall back into a state of relaxation. Looking down at the side of the bed, using my arms to prop me up and groaning weakly, I finally said, “Sorry about…” I swallowed something, not sure what, and finished, “your shoes.”
A voice, a male a bit on the old side, responded cheerfully, “It’s quite alright. I’m a doctor. So its nothing I haven’t seen before.” When I heard doctor, I instantly looked up at the person.
He was nothing special to behold to say the least, but most elderly people usually aren’t. He was a rather old man; his hair almost completely gone, leaving nothing but a large bald patch on pretty much his entire head. He was wearing a rather dull looking brown outfit, which suddenly made me wonder where in the world my clothes were. Other then that, there isn’t much else to talk about with him. Hiding an embarrassed blush, I pulled up the covers slightly.
He must’ve noticed my shyness, because he suddenly spoke up by saying, “Your clothes are sitting on the table right behind me. There’s quite a lot of dirt on them, but that’s to be expected since you were buried underground. However, despite being rather dirty, they’re completely fine.”
A heaved a sigh of relief before I realized there was something drastically wrong with the response he just gave me. My brain fizzled out for a second, but then I realized he said the word underground. “Did you say I was buried underground?”
At my question, he nodded, and I suddenly felt a little uneasy around him. “I didn’t see it, but ol’ Victor told me he found you buried alive in an unmarked grave up in the old cemetery. I never much cared for that place and nobody around here goes there because of the scorpions.” He explained, making the explanation rather plain and simple.
That must’ve been what the digging sound was all about. At least now I knew that I wasn’t going crazy or anything. Those people had just wanted to steal my Platinum Chip and didn’t want me bothering them any further. So they decided it was easiest just to shoot me and leave me somewhere nobody would ever bother looking for me. A graveyard was a rather good choice, since people nowadays didn’t really bother with graveyards anymore. So many people died that you just left the dead where ever their life ended, especially since you never know when the thing that ended it is going to come back and add yourself to the pile of dead. “Great, just great.” I muttered hatefully to myself. “Well thanks for… wait! You’re not Victor?” He couldn’t be unless he suddenly speaks in third person… or has a clone of himself.
This time, my question was answered with a shake of the head signifying no. “No I am not, little lady.” Who’s he calling…! No, I am kind of short and a lot younger then him. “My name’s Doc Mitchell. Victor is an old robot around these parts. You’re mighty lucky that old Vic still bothers patrolling the graveyard. Some of us told him not to bother and now I’m mighty glad he never listened to us. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s an old, clueless robot, I would’ve sworn he knew this would happen.”
As unlikely as that was, I was still glad he was there to save me from suffering death in an unmarked grave. That would’ve been vastly depressing, especially once I arrived in the afterlife and realized I still had a chance to live. “Well, I’ll have to thank him then.” I said.
Doc Mitchell held up a hand, stopping me from leaping out of bed. That might’ve been best, because for a moment I had forgotten he still hadn’t bothered to give me back my clothing. “There’s no rush, now. Anyways, I wanna make sure you’re recovered before I let you run back into the wasteland. So if you wouldn’t mind joining me in the den, I have some questions I’d like to ask.”
“I’m asking one first.” I suddenly interrupted, not caring if he was finished or not. “I’ll answer your questions, but I’d like my clothes back first before I go anywhere. I don’t usually gallivant around someone’s house wearing only my undergarments. Whether its normal in your world or not, it’s not exactly customary in my world.”
“Rational.” Doc Mitchell regarded me and now knew it wasn’t customary in his house. I was relieved, because I didn’t want to walk into someone’s house and see them wearing only undergarments. That’s a little too much. He handed me my clothes and said, “Come to the living room when you finish.” He then wandered out.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and got to my feet slowly. As much as I wanted out of here, I knew I couldn’t rush things. Since I was in the company of a doctor, I had to be careful to not do anything to give him an excuse to keep me any longer. But I still wanted to get this over with. I really didn’t like being cooped up in a little room. I preferred being outside in the partially fresh air.
So I quickly got dressed. First, I pulled on my dark blue jeans. The three light blue stripes on each leg were a bit hard to see through the dirt, but still there. Next I pulled my shirt over my head. The shirt was already a deep brown, so the dirt was all but invisible on it. After that, I pulled on my overcoat, making sure to push out any wrinkles so it could catch wind. It too was brown and though I couldn’t see the dirt on it either, the light brown stripes on the sleeves and spike pattern on the bottom showed the dirt a bit. Finally, I threw on my dark brown shoes and clipped my belt into place. Good as new. As if I’d were anything else.
I reached up and ran my hand through my hair. My dark black hair was, as far as I could feel, a matted up mess. But my hair was almost always a mess, so that didn’t really bother me. My hair was just born to be wild and untamed. With my clothes all back where they belonged, I decided to follow Doc Mitchell out in his den.
Doc Mitchell watched me silently as I wandered out into his den, looking around his house curiously as I did so. The house was a dump and there was absolutely nothing special about it to even bother describing it. But hey, most homes in wasteland looked like this. I guess that’s what happens when you live in nuclear wasteland.
As I entered the room, he motioned for me to sit on the couch in front of him. That partially stunk, because I really wanted to sit in his chair. I’m not quite sure why I preferred his chair, but I just did. That little orange chair looked much comfier the some cruddy old couch. Then again, the chair looked just as decrepit. He wasted no time, as he started the quick little session the second I took my seat.
Doc Mitchell cleared his throat and started, “Alright now, little lady. For this first part of the test, I’m gonna say a word. All you’ve got to do is say the first thing that comes to mind when I say this word. Sound’s easy enough, no?”
For a moment, my mind reversed what he said and I nearly answered no. Luckily, I was smart enough to realize in this situation, no meant yes. So I finally responded, “I guess so.” Doc Mitchell spared me any further explanations and started with the ‘test’ as he called it; though I vastly called this a test.
“Dog.” he started, calmly speaking the word. Dog? Are you serious? Whatever he wants to pick, I guess.
I shrugged at his word choice and answered, “Cat.” That was a bit odd of me to pick, since nobodies seen a cat in the wasteland for ages. He must’ve noticed that, but didn’t say anything about it.
“House.” he said next. You mean like your dump? When I thought that, I suddenly got a good answer choice.
“Destroyed.” I responded with a smile. All homes looked the same, as I said before. All wasteland homes are giant dumps. But responding with dump made me think of poop, so I choose destroyed instead.
“Night.” he picked the next word. Seriously! Where was he picking these words from? They seemed randomized to me.
Heaving a sigh and trying to keep my commentary to myself about his word choice, I responded, “Dark.” Simple enough answer if I do say so myself. I was gonna say day, but that seemed vastly overrated of me.
“Bandit.” he said next, and for once I had nothing sarcastic to say about his word choice. This word seemed logical enough for wasteland, although raider was typically a much more commonly used term.
That thought suddenly make me pick an answer and I calmly replied, “Raider.” What was a better answer then the actual term the people used for bandit. You hardly heard anyone say bandit anymore; but bandit, raider, they’re all the same thing far as I’m concerned. Same thing, different terminology.
“Light.” he continued. Did he just pick one of my previous answers as his question? There was that creativity he inspired.
Once again, I simply shrugged and responded, “Flash.” I had actually seen an old world object known as a flashlight. You hardly saw them anymore as most people had Pipboys which had lights of their own. But you still heard about and saw flashlight on very rare occasions.
“Mother.” Doc Mitchell continued and I now had to wonder how many words he was going to say before we ended this waste of time.
I couldn’t think of anything for mother. “You really don’t want to know.” I responded to him, since the only thing I could think of wasn’t quite appropriate. He gave me a rude look and I didn’t think he knew until he smiled. He knew what I was planning on saying. “Fine! I’ll just pick err… father?” I really didn’t want to follow the whole pattern of opposites. But something told me Doc Mitchell didn’t write down father when I answered his question.
When Doc Mitchell flipped to a new page in his notebook, relief washed over me. We were done with random words. “Next, I’ve got a few statements.” Doc Mitchell moved on to the next topic. All you got to do is nod if they match you or shake your head no if they don’t. You don’t even have to speak unless you’ve got something to say on the topic. Otherwise, you’re free to stay silent. Alright?”
I didn’t say a thing. I figured I might as well get ready for this session by doing it now. So all I did was nod to him and he smiled at my nod. I had common sense.
“Conflict just ain’t in my nature.” he started with his first statement. I paused for a second, realizing ain’t isn’t a word. But I knew he wasn’t looking for a grammar snob. I just shook my head no. “I ain’t given to relying on others for support.” Again with the word ain’t. If he said ain’t one more time I was gonna tell him ain’t isn’t a word. I shrugged. “I’ll take that as a neutral decision.” Now he was getting the idea. “I’m always fixing to be the center of attention.” It was a swift no head shake from me on that one. “I’m slow to embrace new ideas.” This one I had to comment on.
Clearing my throat, I timidly spoke up. “I understand new things quickly and can adjust to them easily if I must. But I really don’t like change and prefer not to embrace new things if I don’t have to.” I explained clearly and simply to him.
This time, he nodded and wrote down what I said, or so I figured. I couldn’t see his notebook. All I could see was his face, the back of his notebook, and these picture he kept putting up about the questions he was asking. “I charge in to deal with my problems head on.” I swiftly nodded in response.
“That’s all for that category.” Doc Mitchell responded calmly, once again flipping the page in his notebook. “This last part is just a simple matter of telling me what you see in the picture I show you.”
To make a long story short, especially since describing what he showed me would be vastly dull, he just showed me a bunch of pictures that were just black blobs and such in random locations that didn’t have much rhyme or reason to them. Far as I was concerned, it looked like someone didn’t know how to paint. I never liked those quizzes about what you see in the picture because while some people might see a rabbit or a lady in a dress, I see someone who was too lazy to think of a real object to paint, so they just slapped random black on a canvas and decided that everyone else would pick what its supposed to be instead. After many sarcastic answers, I was glad to learn that was the final test. I quickly scribbled down my medical information for him and jumped to my feet, eager to get the flying heck out of this dump.
We stopped in front of the door and I was really hoping Doc Mitchell would move soon so I could turn the nod and pull it open to get outside. “You can go now. I don’t know how you survived with your poor luck, but you did. Now, I noticed you had a little magnum revolver, some food, and a couple of Stimpacks on hand, so you can have these back. I simply moved them so they wouldn’t get in my way while I was removing the lead from your head. If you need some help around little old Goodsprings, try looking for Sunny Smiles. She’s usually with her dog in the saloon. Just be careful of yourself, alright Valeria?”
For a fraction of a second, I was surprised he knew my name. But that was before I remembered the medical information and how I wrote my name down. He must’ve quickly skimmed it when I handed it back to him. “Whichever.” I responded, quickly pushed my way around him. I hastily turned the door handle and rushed outside. The sun was completely blinding and I had to shield my face from it as I rushed out the door. Eventually, I was able to see again. I pushed the Stimpacks into the pocket of my overcoat and clipped my gun onto my belt.
It wasn’t that I needed help, but I figured if the people of this town were nice enough to bother saying me from suffocating in the grave, I might as well do myself the honor of introducing myself around town. I began down the walkway away from Doc Mitchell’s house, when I spotted movement.
I glanced over a saw an old dented looking robot on one wheel slowly rolling past Doc Mitchell’s house. It was then I figured this metallic patrol was probably Victor, since Doc Mitchell only mentioned one robot. So I quickly raced towards him, cutting him off as he attempted to patrol.
For a moment, I almost swore he was going to just go around me and ignore my presence. But suddenly, his screen focused in on me. The screen showed a picture of a smiling cowboy, something I had never seen on a security robot before. Maybe this was a different sort of Securitron model from the New Vegas ones. After staring at me for several silent seconds, he finally said, “Why howdy partner! It pleases me to see you are fit as a fiddle and up on your feet again.”
Smiling, I responded, “You must be Victor, then.” I figured the picture of the smiling cowboy head must’ve been put there to fit his happy-go-lucky personality and western tendencies. It was a trifle on the annoying side, but in the wasteland, you learned to live with annoying things.
His screen flickered slightly and he attempted to nod. But since he didn’t have a head that was separate from his body, it just looked like he was shaking his entire body. “Why yes I am. Name’s Victor and I’m one of the first Securitron models. I stick around little old Goodsprings because its a nice place.” Suddenly, he changed the subject on me. “I saw them people up in that graveyard burying ya. So I wanted to check and see who they were burying. I was shocked to see the person in the grave still kickin’.”
“Well, thank you very much for saving me.” I responded with a cheerful grin. “I really didn’t want to die in a little hole in the ground. It’s not the most pleasant way to die.” I fell on deaf ears and glanced down at the ground quietly, eventually, I gazed back up at him and said, “I’d love to stay and chat, but I promised I’d go meet this Sunny Smiles person, whoever the heck she’s supposed to be.” I muttered under my breath, “I wonder what drug she’s on.” But luckily, he didn’t hear it.
Swaying back and forth cheerfully, he responded, “That’s quite alright, partner. I’ve got to continue my patrol.” Though what he was exactly patrolling for, I had yet to figure out. “The saloon is just up the road, she’s usually in there. Say hi to Easy Pete for me if he’s there, alright. Sayonara.” He then wheeled off before I could put in any further words.
Sure enough, there was a saloon just up the road. I attempted to say hi to Easy Pete for Victor, since he did save my life and everything. But Easy Pete was so difficult to hold a proper conversation with that I eventually hissed “Forget this.” under my breath and went into the saloon.
When I entered the Saloon, there was a woman sitting all by her lonesome not too far from the door. She had short red hair and was wearing old, worn leather armor. Sitting obediently at her heels, was a dull brown dog with a black back and a white snout. When the dog spotted me, it must’ve felt threatened, because it rose to its feet and snarled darkly at me, its teeth bared, showing its canine teeth.
The woman noticed her dog growing hostile towards me and snapped at the dog, “Cheyenne stay!” The dog’s snarl faded away and it sat back down, wagging its tail and panting calmly. “Don’t worry. She won’t attack unless I tell her to. She’s just defensive over her owner. Aren’t you girl?” The dog grew happy at her owner speaking to her and her tail wagged faster. “I’m Sunny Smiles and I keep control around here. You must be the one Doc Mitchell was taking care of. You feeling good now, I assume?”
Nodding, I responded, “Haven’t felt better, actually.” Cheyenne stood up and for a moment, I thought she was going to disobey her master’s orders. But I watched as she booked across the room and picked up a little stuffed teddy bear in her mouth, shaking it around cheerfully. “She’s such a cute dog.”
“I’ve had Cheyenne for a long time now. It took her a while to adapt, but now she likes to laid back life style here in Goodsprings. She helps me deal with the Geckos and keeps me company when the people around here don’t have time to hang out.” Sunny Smile explained, watching her dog play with the teddy bear. I still didn’t like her name, it was impossible to take someone seriously with a name like Sunny Smiles. Despite her stupid name, I was growing accustomed to her and her dog already.
Without warning or reason, Cheyenne dropped her teddy bear and trotted across the room. The dog plopped down next to the back door of the saloon and started barking loudly. She kept it up for a short while before stopping and staring at the two of us quietly.
Sunny Smiles turned to look at her dog. “Cheyenne hasn’t been out in the air for a while. Let’s continue this conversation outside.” I didn’t really mind, so I followed Sunny Smiles as she opened the door for her dog. The dog booked outside and she followed. I too followed them outside the closed the old saloon doors. Cheyenne laid on her back, enjoying the sun and the fresh air… well partially fresh anyways.
“So, what were you doing around here anyways? I saw Victor carrying you, but that robot hardly bothers to say much of anything to anyone.” Sunny Smiles returned to conversation once she knew Cheyenne was happy. “I couldn’t interrupt Doc Mitchell. I know the robot knows, but if he ever told me anything useful that would be an extreme change in his character.”
That was odd considering how friendly and open Victor was to me when I spoke to him. Maybe Sunny Smiles just doesn’t like robots. I decided to ignore it. “My train was passing through here while making a delivery to New Vegas. We were bombed and the train derailed. The only two people on board died instantly. All I know is some idiot in a checkered coat totally snatched my delivery and shot me. Him and his idiot Great Khan friends must’ve buried me and ran, thinking I was dead.”
Sunny Smiles listened to my story closely. I could tell she was sucking in every word I said and processing them properly. It was nice to have someone listen for a change. Of course, maybe if I didn’t yell at so many people they would listen. “I don’t know who your checkered coat friend is, but I do know about the Great Khans. I do wonder why they would go so far from home. I know their camp is extremely far north. It’s not a short walk, that’s to say. You could walk to New Vegas in the time it takes to reach their camp.”
“Well the idiot in the checkered coat didn’t look like some tough guy like the Great Khans.” I responded, suddenly realizing I was starting to grow a trifle too hostile. I heaved a sigh to relax myself and continued, “It could be possible the guy was some rich person. Maybe he hired those Great Khans as back up.”
I was getting ahead of myself. I shouldn’t be one to assume anything considering I nearly died. I almost forgot Sunny Smiles was there for a second. “Who knows. Just don’t let revenge get you literally killed or anything. I say its best to avoid that. Anyways, what did he steal?”
For a second, I wasn’t sure if I should tell her about the Platinum Chip. Everyone seemed pretty worked up over this stupid trinket. Then again, its not like it was something really important, far as I was concerned. I eventually decided it would be alright to tell her and replied, “Just some stupid Platinum Poker Chip. I don’t really understand its purpose, but there must be some purpose. I was offered a lot of money to deliver it and nobody would host a robbery for something stupid. But, it doesn’t sound like it has much of a point.”
“Maybe your suave friend wants to deliver it himself and get the money instead of you.” Sunny Smiled shrugged. “Sounds a little pointless, but I guess some people might be desperate enough to do that.” She stopped talking as Cheyenne started barking and growling. She glanced over, as did I. Cheyenne suddenly seemed to want to go south out of town for reasons I wasn’t sure. “Are they back again?” Cheyenne barked at her owner’s question and I was now completely confused.
Turning to face Sunny Smiles, I curiously inquired, “Is who back? What’s going on?” Was I supposed to be concerned, excited, or not care at all?
Sunny Smiles glanced over at me and responded, “It’s just those blasted Geckos again. Those things are little monsters. It seems Doc Mitchell treats more Gecko bites then anything. They’re attracted to our water source. I wouldn’t care, but they attack the townspeople trying to get water to live. So Cheyenne and I occasionally have to clear them out. You feel like helping us? There are 3 water sources, so we could all split up this way.” She glanced down at Cheyenne sitting by her and continued, “It’s your choice, of course. But after this, I could teach you how to make some healing powder. It’s an ancient recipe I just recently came across.”
I’d never heard of healing powder in my life. I wasn’t really interested in that, nor did I care why the Geckos were here. I got to kill Geckos and that was all the mattered to me. “Of course I’ll help. I’d love to kill me some Geckos.”
“Good! Thank you very much!” Sunny Smiles replied with a grateful smile. For a second, she muttered something to her dog and Cheyenne ran off in a different direction. “You can take the water source by the campfire. Just go south down this road; you can’t miss it. I’ll meet you there with Cheyenne once were done.” Before I had a chance to say anything else, she booked. Why did everyone just leave before I could finish talking? It was really annoying. But I just learned to ignore it and head towards the water source.
Sure enough, as I proceeded down the road, I began to hear the rattled cries of Geckos nearby. It was a really annoying sound, and as I pulled out my magnum revolver, I knew I could wait to be rid of those blasted monsters. Weak, but annoying. That’s what I always said about Geckos.
I glanced around the corner quietly, being careful not to allow the Geckos to spot me. There was a small group of about four Geckos sitting around. There were 3 adults and a single young one. Obviously, at least one of those wasn’t a parent. But I didn’t really care which one. I watched the creatures quietly.
In the Mojave Wasteland, Geckos are little (little being a relative term) slate colored reptilian monsters with long, swishing tails and aquatic fins on their face. They have sharp teeth and long claws and stand on their hind legs. Their underbelly is a light peachy coloration. They may only be about three or so feet tall, but they’re little monsters nevertheless. They aren’t hard alone, but a large pack can take down someone who is unaware of their presence. Though someone who can hear them is clearly death or an idiot and even an unaware skilled fighter would still be fine. Though if you’re unaware of a group of Geckos, I struggle to call you a skilled fighter.
Carefully, I aimed my gun at the little monsters. There largest one was standing up, gnawing and bone and twisting it in his little webbed hands to change where he bit it. The smallest one, who was full grown, had its head buried in the water trough, drinking rapidly. The medium sized one was sitting on the ground, pawing through the dirt. The young one was literally splashing around playfully in the water. I don’t think anyone would wanna drink that water for a while. Although something tells me this wouldn’t be the first time they drank Gecko bath water. I bet that little clawed monster went to the bathroom in it.
I aimed for the largest one first. It only took a couple shots to the head to take him down. The monster fell to the ground, blood rushing from its head. All the others heard the gunshot and looked up. The adults ran to attack me, but the baby jumped out of the water trough and ran to hide.
With the Geckos poised to attack, I knew I would have to act quickly or risk death. I swung my gun at the smallest one to keep him away. Then I shot quickly at the medium sized one. The first bullet razed through its neck. It lowed its head and released a pain-filled shriek. It then leaped into the air to attack me and three of my bullets rushed through its underbelly. The monster fell limp at the last short.
The smallest one leaped at me again and I pushed it away quickly, whacking it upside the head with the side of my gun. The monster hissed hatefully as I forced it away. It came to the surprise of bullets razing through its legs and its legs tore off in a frenzy of blood.
I yelped slightly as little pointed dagger teeth dug into my lower leg. Glancing down, I saw that the baby Gecko had overcome its fears and came to fight back. All it took was one shot down and as blood flew out the top of the little baby freak’s head, it lost its grip and fell on my foot, dead.
I turned my attention to the smallest of the adults, who was now full blown screaming and howling at the pain of its legs being ripped off. I stepped down on its mouth to muzzle the monster so it would shut up. A single blow to the head was enough to permanently silence the beast for good.
With the Geckos dead, I sat down by the weakly burning campfire and waited for Sunny Smiles and Cheyenne to come. When I sat down, I suddenly heard something move and glanced back, figuring it was another Gecko. But instead, it was just a woman. She ran up to me and grabbed my hand, shaking it quickly, and hastily said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can’t thank you enough for saving me from those Geckos. I know I wasn’t supposed to come here alone, but I really needed some water. Then those monsters came… and… thank you!” She then ran off.
“You’re welcome!” I yelled back at her. I noticed she booked past Sunny Smiles, so I glanced up as she walked over towards me.
Sunny Smiles watched her flee quickly. She eventually lost interest and approached me. “Did someone else come out here alone again?” I simply nodded. “I tell these people a thousand times about the dangers of Geckos and yet they never listen to me. Well, thanks for saving her. Anyways, I did promise to teach you how to make healing powder. Oh, and take these caps. Consider it a thanks for killing the Geckos and saving one of our citizens.” She handed me a small amount of caps, but I didn’t care. After all, money is money.
I rose to my feet as Sunny Smiles wandered around the other side of me, standing next to the campfire. Cheyenne looked at at me cheerfully. She barked and pushed her way between me and Sunny Smiles. Cheyenne continued to glance up at me occasionally, tail wagging.
I could tell Cheyenne had decided she liked me and when Sunny Smiles looked at her dog, then smiled in my direction, I knew she noticed too. “Now, making Healing Powder is really simple. But first, you need a Broc Flower and a Xander Root.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a little orange flower and a mess of brown roots. “You mean like these? I carried a few with me as a food source in case I found myself lost.”
Sunny Smiles seemed pleased that I was already prepared for her recipe. I swear, I had never heard of Healing Powder before. I just happened to have the right things on hand. Sunny Smiles bent down next to the campfire and I did as well. She took the Broc Flower and Xander Root and showed me how to make the Healing Powder. It was just as simple as she said and didn’t take me long to get it all finished. Soon I have a little bag of bright colored powder sitting in my hands. I pushed it into my pocket once the bag was tied tightly shut.
We both got to out feet; even Cheyenne stood up. “Well, that’s about all there is to Goodsprings. Feel free to stick around as long as you want. If you need supplies, you can visit the general store. Chet usually restocks daily.” For a moment, I thought she had said something else. “Be sure to go say hi to Trudy for me. She’s kind of the town mom. She likes to meet everyone who comes by. Thanks. Let’s go Cheyenne!”
I watched as Cheyenne jumped to attention and followed Sunny Smiles back into Goodsprings. I figured I would be fine with the supplies I have, but I did decide to keep my promise to Sunny Smiles about visiting Trudy. Anyways, I could get something to eat or drink before going. So I got on my feet and also started heading back into Goodsprings towards the Prospector Saloon.
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