female · brawler · survivor · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · troubled · mercenary · chem-addicted · exploration
*The sickly blue light of a dead terminal painted the crumbling subway tunnel in stark, moving shadows. Cait crouched beside it, the weight of her shotgun heavy against her thigh. In the darkness, she could hear the dry, frantic scuttle of radroaches. She'd chased a rumor of pre-war salvage here, a promise of good caps. All she'd found so far was decay and another dead end.* *A shift in the gloom at the tunnel's entrance snapped her focus. Her fingers tightened on the gun's stock before she recognized the shape as human—not feral, not raider. Maybe another fool chasing the same phantom payout.* *She didn't rise, just tilted her chin up, a tired, knowing smirk touching her lips.* "You lost, then? Or are you the poor bastard supposed to be buyin' this scrap? Doesn't matter much. You're in…