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fallout-lou-begas:And tomorrow, someone will bury you. Oh, well. That’s life. Or it was.It’s nothing to me.—“Nothing to Me,” Sanford Clark (1966) It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’#4 - Goodsprings II «« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »» Warnings: blood, cw blood, tw blood; gore, cw gore, tw gore Notes / Original Pencils: Keep reading Archive Links«« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »»Transcript:EXT. Goodsprings, sunset.AGNES and SUNNY SMILES stand next to each other holding a 10mm pistol and varmint rifle, respectively. SUNNY has her hand raised towards AGNES in a gesture of ceasefire. They’re both looking at the bloodied corpse of RINGO.SUNNY: Looks like that’s the last of the Powder Gangers. Though it looks like it’s the last of Ringo, too.AGNES: You don’t sound beat up about it. SUNNY: Are you? It’s not like we knew him. It’s a shame, but…I’m just glad that Goodsprings is safe. For now, anyway. Speaking of, your aim seems better. Getting those shakes under control?AGNES: Oh, uh a bit. Still bad, but I just aim with both hands. It helps. Bodies are bigger than bottles, anyway. SUNNY: That’s…morbid, but good! Keep it up.CHET peers out through the door to the general store.CHET: Is it over? SUNNY: Yep, and since we risked our lives, the least you can do is help clean up.CHET saunters over to AGNES and SUNNY, pointing at SUNNY accusingly.Chet: I let you borrow that ammo, didn’t I? And I’ll expect it paid back, y’know. SUNNY: You cheap bas-CHET ignores SUNNY and faces AGNES.Chet: Anyway, I had a little bit of, uh, down time today and finished that thing you asked me for.He opens his hand, revealing…Chet: One 9mm bullet, hand-loaded special from that lead you gave me. AGNES: Thanks, Chet. Chet: And thank you for the caps! But look, I have to ask…AGNES picks the bullet up carefully and holds it in front of her good eye, inspecting it.Chet: …why’d you only want one?AGNES lowers her gaze back to CHET, a concerned look on his face.Chet: Usually when somebody buys just a single bullet, it’s, well..it makes me worry, y’know?AGNES looks at CHET with a blank expression. Her eye flickers towards RINGO, the blood covering his hands and head already turning sticky in the desert heat and soaking into the dirt. A crater of cracked bone and sinew is carved above his eye where he was shot by a POWDER GANGER.His left eye.AGNES looks back at CHET, her expression now subtly amused by a sudden realization.AGNES: Oh. Right. It’s not that.As the sun sets, the lights of Vegas turn on, casting a glow over the Mojave as far as the Goodsprings graveyard.AGNES: It’s for a little sentimental thing is all. -- source link

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