When we last left Marilyn, she was being forced into building a settlement for a bunch of weak-ass busters in the post-apocalyptic ruins of her former neighborhood. All this, and no one’s given her any information on her son yet. Marilyn is beginning to fear that this is going to be a long and arduous quest.
She wanders into her half-destroyed house. She stands in the bathroom for a few minutes, overwhelmed with memories that are far too fresh and raw. For Marilyn, it feels like only days ago that she stood in this room as her husband humped the sink.
She finally makes her way into Shaun’s bedroom, and the sight of his somehow-still-very-intact crib breaks her heart anew. All she can think of is revenge. Revenge via turret.
Does it make her a bad mother if she scraps the crib for spare parts?
Sturges tries to comfort the grieving widow and mother, by being sort of pervy.
I just bet it is. Keep it in your pants, robot boy.
In search of something to take her mind off her confusion and pain, Marilyn decides to venture out into the unknown, taking Dogmeat for company (and backup). It isn’t long until she comes across the most adorable dystopian diner she’s ever seen. It’s also the only dystopian diner she’s ever seen, but that doesn’t make it any less adorable.
It’s so quaint! Except for the skeletal remains inside. And the radioactivity.
Apparently there’s some drama up in the Drumlin Diner. The de facto owner, Trudy, has a drug-addicted son who owes money to a chem dealer named Wolfgang. Wolfgang asks Marilyn to persuade Trudy into paying up. Trudy, like Bartleby, would prefer not to. Instead, she offers Marilyn 100 caps to take out Wolfgang. Ammunition is expensive in the wasteland, and Marilyn sorely needs the caps. Also, she has empathy for a woman who wants to save her son.
So she blows Wolfgang’s head off…with empathy.
pretty girls kill things 