A/N; Sorry it's SHORRTTT~! 8D;; Well anyway...This is a complete Re write of my Ashli Brooke Story. It's COMPLETLY Different. I...Didn't really like that story so much.
ANYWAY, I'll try and update every chance I get...I'm writing my Story almost every weekday in my English and Litrature class, Somtimes in Social Studies and Study Skills.
I'm Also working on my InuYasha story....Which I am also very into.
ANYWAY enjoy!
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I Don't own Fallout 3....or Charon. Maxwell Grant and Ashli Brooke are my own Characters.
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It was Dark...
So...Very
Dark...
And she was alone...With the Lifeless bodies of
Scavengers, Wastelanders, Raiders, and Brotherhood outcasts. Ashli
crindged, covering her nose so she wouldn't smell the Decaying
bodies. Super Mutants...Were discusting...
"Is anyone Alive?"
Ashli asked. No Reply. She sighed, then coughed. It smelled so bad
she could Taste It. Ashli's hand traced down to her Pip-boy
3,000, Clicking on the light. Ashli's eyes widened, Staring
face-to-face with a Super Mutant. It wasn't moving...Then she saw it,
It was peirced in the stomac with a Chinese Officers sword. She
sucked in a deep breath and walked passed it slowly. It groaned in
pain, making Ashli jumped. It's alive!? "Ugh! Gross!"
Ashli practically Screamed.
Ashli searched for a way out, Her
hands traceing against the Blood stained wall. Then she froze,
Hearing the Gargling hiss of a Centaur. Ashli slowly turned around,
Seeing about five of them, Dear God! She sprinted away, heading for a
window.
"Perfect!" She smiled and jumped to the window,
Clawing at it. It was...Stuck...She was going to die here! The lone
Wanderer! The Savior of the Wastes! Little Miss Vault 101 was going
to DIE at the hands of CENTAURS.