Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-25344655-20151223012931/@comment-26084195-20151224080100

Suddenly, a mutant roars to the side. It hefts what looks like a missile launcher, aiming at you, and--


 * *BANG!*

The mutant's head pops like a grape. A figure, quite obviously a woman, was holding the rifle that did the deed. She also wore a vault 111 jumpsuit, though by nature of it's skin-tightness, it worked on her better than you.

She goes to pick up the rocket launcher, and you hear her say "that's number eight."