Hell, I love Fallout and I was inspired to make the following short stories after it came out.
(The first one is a bit bad and weird but I got the hang of it after it.)
(Holy shit, the first chapter was worse than I remembered. Gawd, gotta read it through and try to enhance it.)
(Alright, it should be a bit better now.)
Chapter 1.
[i]The Wake up Call.[/i]
The date is: 21.07.2154.
I woke up lying in a dark corner of a stuffy room. A foul stench of urine and blood was hanging in the air. I was feeling dizzy and disoriented which made me vomit on my hands as soon as I had smelled the air for the first time. The aroma of my vomit mixed with the characteristic smell of the room making it even harder for me to keep my stomach in order.
"Fucking hell don't mess up our floors. I have to clean them every time shit like this happens", a raspy voice blurted out from somewhere outside the room. I sat up slowly in my dark haven feeling lightheaded. I took a look around the room. It was a small cramped up space approximately 3 meters by 2 meters with a broken bunk hoisted on the wall. A single lamp up on the ceiling gave little light into the darkness. There was no door in the doorway, or at least I saw none. Suddenly a man with a disfigured face appeared in the doorway. The man was holding a 12 gauge shotgun. [b]MY[/b] Mossberg 500 12 gauge shotgun.
"Rise and shine, smoothskin. It seems you had a pretty wild night", the ghoul croaked. At this point I felt that my pants were unnaturally warm and moist. I cursed silently and looked up. My eyes met with the ghoul's ones. I saw deep burning hatred in his eyes and I had to turn my head and face the wall. Still, I could feel his eyes staring at me, silently drilling through me as if trying to reach my miserable soul. "We found you at the entrance of our village, smoothskin. You were delusional and weak. You might be asking yourself why we tended to your wounds and the answer is simple: We're going to sell you to the slavers for supplies", the ghoul said.
Suddenly I felt like vomiting again, so I did, on my pants. I had to get out of here, I had to find a way to escape. I fumbled for my knife but it was removed from my leg holster. My self-confidence crashed down with the realisation that I'd been stripped off my weapons. During all this the ghoul kept staring at me. Then I had an idea: "I'd like to change my pants... they're all dirty and stained. Got any spare ones?" I asked. The ghoul groaned loudly, closed and locked the door and left me alone.
When I was alone I could try to piece together the fragmented memories of what had happened to me in the last few days. I remembered my companions: a dog named Baxter and a man called Jack. He was a mercenary and he died like one; standing, with a gun in his hands. A giant radscorpion attacked us when we were roaming the wasteland aimlessly looking for a village to stop in and it ripped Jack in half. Poor bastard didn't stand a chance after getting caught in those claws. My dog Baxter was stinged multiple times before it let go of the scorpions right claw. He was a good dog and I'm sure I'll miss him. I managed to hit the motherfucker with a few good shots to the head while it was attacking Baxter. I thought it was dead so I wanted to its venom glands, they're worth some you know, when the fucker suddenly came back to life and stung me in my leg. After a few buckshots and cuts to get rid of most of the poison I was feverish and hallucinating so I can't recall how I managed to find this village but apparently I did and thanks to that I was in deep shit and about to be sold off as a slave. And that was something I would not let happen.
After a while the ghoul came back, unlocked the door and came in with some ragged pants. He threw them violently at me and began staring at me again. "Do you mind?" I asked, acting offended. The ghoul sighed and turned around. I got up and picked up the pants. I think the mutation had rotten through his brains so much that it was crippling his reasoning because it looked like the thought of me trying to hurt him hadn't reached his mind yet. I sneaked behind him and threw the pants around his neck and yanked backwards with all my strength. A satisfying snap and a clang when the shotgun fell on the floor were the only two sounds that could be heard as I broke the ghoul's neck.
I quickly pulled on the raggy pants, picked up my shotgun, some shells that were lying around, a knife and all the food and water that I found in the front desk. Apparently I had been thrown into a small jail as there were 3 cells next to mine. I stormed out of the village, back into the wasteland at dawn. No one saw me leaving.
Chapter 2.
[i]A Violent Night.[/i]
The date is: 24.07.2154.
I checked my supplies situation. 4 shells in my pockets and 3 loaded in my shotgun. I had food for a day and I was out of water. The situation was grim. For the past 3 days I've been playing a deadly cat and mouse game with a small patrol the ghouls and the slavers had sent after me. Right now I was hiding in a small hole barely bigger than a rabbit hole created by two massive rocks that were leaning against each other. I was prepared to shoot at all and any uglies that might show up at the entrance to my domain. I could hear them shambling outside, searching for me. I held my breath as the footsteps kept coming closer and closer and closer........ suddenly they stopped and my heart skipped a beat. A foot had appeared at the entrance. I aimed my Mossberg at it and squeezed the trigger but something held me back. A quiet voice in my head whispered: "Hold your fire..." I didn't dare to move a muscle. In reality the foot might have been there pmöy for about 5 seconds but for me in that cramped small hole in the ground it felt like an eternity. Then it disappeared and the footsteps went away. At that moment my body relaxed and I felt tired, really tired. I knew they'd find me sooner or later but the question is: can I get them first?
After 10 minutes I crawled out of my hiding spot. I was dusty and tired but alive and free. The patrol had encountered me four times in the past few days. Two times I had to shoot at them to keep them down to give me enough time to get away but sadly I didn't hit anyone. At this point I already knew that the patrol consisted of 5 ghouls, more than I could handle alone. I decided to follow their trail anyway.
In the evening the patrol stopped and started to set up a camp under a cliff. The cliff was to the west of them and I climbed up there to keep an eye on them. From up there I could clearly see the whole camp and its surroundings. I counted the ghouls while eating the last of my bits of my food. As I was looking down I heard a strange whistling sound. Petrified, I glanced to my left and there I saw a pink wrinkled monster, a mole rat, glaring and snarling at me. For a split second we stared at each other, neither of us daring to make the first move. Then it let out a small roar and charged at me. I knew I couldn't use the shotgun without giving out my position to the ghouls. I dropped it and pulled out my knife. The rat was fast. When the beast was about two meters away from me it jumped at me. I ducked to the left, the large teeth missed me by mere centimeters. I got up and turned to face the animal but it was already flying through the air again and knocked me over. I lost my knife when I fell. I managed to grab a hold of the beast's throat with both of my hands and keep the nasty teeth away from my face. The beast was strong. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer so I rolled to the right and kicked it away from me. It began rolling down a small hill.
My hand met with the knife and I grabbed it when I got up. I turned to see that the rat was already rushing up the hill. This time I was prepared when it tried to leap on top of me again: I ducked and thrusted my knife upwards. Warm blood spurted on me. The rat slumped on the ground right behind me. A warm stream of blood gushed from the gaping hole that my knife had cut on the rat's throat. To me it looked like the wound was grinning. I turned away, picked up my shotgun and we
It actually goes out like a novel ,but the only thing I'm going too downside is the use of Fallout 3.
[QUOTE=JoeSkylynx;21036096]It actually goes out like a novel ,but the only thing I'm going too downside is the use of Fallout 3.[/QUOTE]
Yeah, but I was really excited about Fallout back then so that's why.
Nevertheless, it still IS an awesome game.
I agree <3
:heart:
I liked it, or... I kinda liked it, no grammar to knitpick on. Either way, keep up the good work.
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