Revelations?

“It couldn't be my group,” Annie explained with a bit of concern. “I don't think so, anyway. They ain't been doing much other than keeping way down south ever since I left. The raiders that raised me ain't as bad as they seem. They were just tryin' to get by and live, ya know?” It was all she could assume. “If it is raiders attackin' the caravans, it could be them cannibals I met a few years ago...”

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“Klaire. That's my name and you know exactly what I mean, Brotherhood boy.” Klaire replied as she sat down on the old and torn couch. It looked as if someone should not be resting on it, but she wasn't one to be picky in a world where everything could give you radiation poisoning. Besides, a couch was ten times better than what she'd slept in before escaping the vault she'd lived in.