Forewarning: I stink at writing, language is a big thing here (as in lots of foul language from a certain human), the mature chapters will come later and be marked.
After a mission against the Enclave goes south, The Lone wanderer finds herself in a lush and colorful land where she must find a place where she can fit in. She must do what she has always done: adapt and survive. Only this time, there's no violence involved. Or so she thought