After we got got by the crazy motorcycle redneck gang, Oscar Walker and I found ourselves locked up and tortured by those fat fuckers in some sort of torture dungeon. After some time (and loosing most of our fingers and sanity), Walker miraculously managed to slip himself out of the restraints and grab some of our shit (including his gloruous mp7), and set out to find the keys to the stupid contraption holding me bolted to the floor. Waking up one of the crazy bastards, Oscar filled him up with more bullets then I can count, after which he freed me up and we managed to grab some clothes and keys to a motorcycle, on which we noped the fuck out of there and promptly made our way to Las Vegas to try and patch ourselves up after our nightmarish excursion. 

Aside from a couple of panic attacks from my new friend and excruciating pain stemming from the fact that i lost most of my fingers, our road to Vegas wasn't so bad. Once we got there we used some of Oscar's connections to fix ourself a temporary place to stay and think about our next move, which was to patch ourselves up and get some gear. Obviously to do that we would need to get some (or more like... a shit ton of-) cash, and what better way to earn some cash than hitting up the Vegas casinos???

Well with some uncanny luck and a bit of charm I managed to turn our almost non existent savings into a veeery nice amount of money. I wanted to keep going, because why stop at 6 figures when we could become millionaires... But since we weren't exactly good with the law at that point and probably considered missing (though i don't think there's anyone that would even know of my existence on this continent) the smarter idea was to stop and deal with necessities first. Once Oscar finished up getting his shit all the way down from Washington, we decided to use the money from my Vegas gambling spree to get ourselves fixed up at some criminal suregon (one of Oscar's friends of a friend of a friend), which got rid of the unbearable pain and a couple major wounds. Sadly I don't think it's possible to regrow fingers just like that (unless you're idk, a lizard or a... proper vampire), so we had to settle on that.

Aside from that we made sure to stack ourselves up with some weapons, ammunition and various protection to avoid shit like that from ever happening again. I even found that really awesome (though kinda shady) tailor that agreed to make me a new, awesome red jacket reinforced with some kevlar and shit. I'm sure it'll come in handy next time i find myself getting shot at by random zombies and fatass redneck bikers.