I went back to Novac that night. Foot hurt like hell. Still can't believe someone took the airplane while I was sleeping off my injuries from the tunnelers. Fuckin' hell. Let's be rational about this. What's the plan? Keep moving north, scavenge along the way, and then check out Zion. I got no other ideas, but there's noo use crying over spilled milk.
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I'm good at this being a careless idiot thing. A tomahawk whizzes past my head as I drop a cannibal with a .357 to the chest. Three more replace her and charge up the hill to meet me while a fourth runs back to pry the smg out of her hand. I prime and roll a tin grenade down the hill and send my attackers' limbs showering back towards helios one. smg fire kicks up dirt into my riot helmet lenses as I scooch backwards frantically to cover. I pop out from behind a boulder nearby, and two shots to the head from my 9mm drop the gunner before he can line up his sights to my silhouette.