Chapter 1: New Beginnings
Dust began to settle on Jon's knapsack, dust settled on everything here in the Mojave Wasteland, everywhere you went there would be dust, more dust and even more dust. Frequent sandstorms and dry, hot weather was frequent here, even more so than other places, though there were more shittier places to live in, thought Jon, a certain desolate city located on the East coast of the once mighty USA.
The night was calm and still, with no sand storms brewing on the horizon, Jon wiped his hands on the sand that he sat on, ridding it of the thick Brahmin grease that coated them. Satisfied with his meal he lay his back against one of the thick metal beam that supported the water tower of the Goodsprings Cemetery. An odd place to seek shelter for the night but Jon always had been an odd fellow. An unlucky one at that.
Since the day he had been born, whatever gods that seem to remain on the shitty, radioactive planet called Earth had seem to have cursed Jon. His mother died when he was naught but 4 years old, taken from him but a long forgotten STD she had gotten working as a town whore to support Jon and herself. And on her deathbed she told Jon that he was a bastard, finally explaining the absence of his father for many years. After that, Jon packed up and left the village he had lived in, its name long forgotten to him. With that he left for the wastes somewhere in wastes of Arizona. Before nearly starving to death he was saved by some of the tribesmen from the Blue-Fangs tribe. Known of pigmenting their teeth with a special plant before battles, the Blue-Fangs were renowned for their foraging, hunting and tracking skills. Their skills in single combat were not to be ignored either, for years of hunting creatures such as Yao Guai and the fearsome deathclaws and honed their skills, especially with the the .44 magnum revolvers, the tribes signature firearm. But even there Jon was an outcast. The tribesmen saw him as an outsider and never shared meat with him but he was trained by huge tribesman, a man known as Narg. Narg trained Jon in spite of his huge size, skills of stealth, speed, agility and dexterity. Eventually by the age of 8, Jon was killed his first man, and later his first Yao Guai singlehandedly a year later, driving a spear through the monstrous creature when it pounced on Jon. But the incident left Jon's already ugly face with a long scar stretching from beside his left eye down to his lip. But Jon took the scar with pride and finally he felt like he belonged. But all good things must come to an end and Jon's came the day the might Bull attacked his village.