Fallout (Crank 3)

in a giant snowdrift. Suffocating.

Or left to slow starvation.

Even without my voicing

those thoughts, Grandpa Scott

gets them. Someone was watching

out for you, all right. You’ve got

something important to do

before you check on out of here.

IMPORTANT? ME?

I’ve never once thought

of myself as

important,

or considered

I might have a special

reason for being. I’ve

mostly thought

of myself

as an accident.

Someone in the way.

Something important to

do? Like what?

Guess I

don’t need to

think about that right

now. Like Grandpa Scott

said, let’s just

get through

today. And make

big decisions tomorrow.

Hunter