fallout-lou-begas: Ain’t the years gone by fast?I suppose you have missed them.Oh, I almost fo

fallout-lou-begas: Ain’t the years gone by fast?I suppose you have missed them.Oh, I almost forgot to ask,did you hear of my enlistment?Funny, I’ve been there and you’ve been here,and we ain’t had no time to drink that beer.— “Sandman,“ America (1971) It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’#8 - Mojave Outpost II Collaborative Issue!Guest Inks and Colorist: @worthlesssix​ / @w6-art​ «« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »» Notes / Original Pencils: Keep reading Archive Links«« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »»Transcript:INT. Mojave Outpost, barracks. Sunset.CASS: Well, there’s that sniper on the roof, but…she’s kind of a bitch.AGNES: Huh.EXT. Mojave Outpost, roof of the barracks.RANGER GHOST turns around as AGNES approaches. GHOST: Hey, no smoking on th—Agnes? AGNES: Oh my God. Hi, Beth.AGNES and RANGER GHOST stand in awkward, tense silence, avoiding each other’s gaze. GHOST: Jesus, you look like shit. AGNES: Thanks, I only died. GHOST: And you came back? Shame. AGNES: Fuck you, Beth. GHOST: Still have your personality, at least. AGNES: Fuck you, Beth. GHOST: Here, sit down a while. It gets lonely up here.AGNES sits on a metal chair behind the sandbags. GHOST returns to looking out over the road. There’s a tense silence between them again, until— AGNES: So…a ranger, huh? Come a long way since basic. GHOST: Yeah. Got recommended right about when you got kicked out. AGNES: How— GHOST: You were the first person I wanted to tell.GHOST turns back towards AGNES, glowering. GHOST: When I tried to reach you at HQ, though, to find your station, they told me what happened. What really happened, not all the stupid rumors I heard later. AGNES: Rumors? GHOST: Yeah. “Maniac medic guts squad with scalpel.” I think they still tell that story to scare new recruits, like you’re the bogeywoman or something. AGNES: Oh. That’s comforting. GHOST: I’ll bet. Not all of us get to have a legacy, Agnes, some of us just get shot and die.GHOST turns back towards the road. AGNES can’t think of anything worth saying in response, resuming their silence. GHOST continues, idly. GHOST: Anyway—I never did find out where you went. And after they shipped me to ranger training, I was just too busy to look.GHOST turns one red eye towards Agnes. GHOST : Or to care.GHOST returns to watching the road. AGNES: Yeah, I…laid low for a while after that. GHOST: Twelve years is one hell of a while. And you laid so low you never wrote?AGNES stares off to the side, pensively. How to explain, justify? How could one possibly? AGNES: I’m sorry, I—GHOST: Fuck, Agnes, it’s okay. I know you too well to expect love letters. AGNES gets up and approaches GHOST pleadingly.AGNES: Look, Beth—GHOST: Just stop. GHOST, still watching the road, raises one hand and tries to wave AGNES away, to tell her to stay back.GHOST: Hang on.GHOST readies her rifle, drawing a bead somewhere down the road. AGNES looks down the road, trying to follow her aim.Suddenly, GHOST fires a single shot with a loud “KRAK!” that makes AGNES recoil.GHOST lowers her rifle, then sighs deeply. After a pause, she speaks to AGNES again.GHOST: Agnes?GHOST and AGNES look at each other.GHOST: I am glad you’re not dead. Really.The two women look back out to the road, the sun having set almost completely. Stars fill the sky behind the Unification Monument.AGNES: …Thanks, Beth. Me too. I think. -- source link

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