A grey Wasteland. An expanse of land like no other. Ruined buildings litter the surrounding space. Everything still shades of grey. Although the First Bomb fell long ago, ash lingers. Dust and ash, ruins and trash, the good ol' U.S. of A. is no longer. Neither are many places these days. Countries, Cities, Towns, Homes, all destroyed in what was a never ending war. Now we have no choice but to stop fighting in order to keep what semblance of our lives remain. The Great War tore the world apart. The only thing that stays constant no matter where you go, it's all one big Wasteland and everyone will piss on your door step for a chance to live another day. Race, Sexuality, Gender, that's no longer a problem. You can be anyone you want…..unless you're a person. Then you can't be trusted. Towns back everyone within a town and sometimes other surrounding cities, but raiders, gangs, scavengers, and drifters make it hard to see a friendly face in the crowd. Laws don't exist any longer. People make their laws and punish those how they see fit. Our War is no longer Country Versus Country, its Neighbor Versus Neighbor. Your own mother would sell you for a drink of pure water or food instead of this irradiated shit. Life is bland. The once thriving world has reset itself and we are the ones who have to pick up the pieces. Radiation pours from almost every water source and the random toxic waste dumps scattered around, not to mention the sewers where vile and horrible Ghouls take refuge. Men and women who have been exposed to an ungodly amount of radiation and haven't had the good fortune to die yet. Those who have their sanity are ridiculed by their looks. Well then I guess "Race" is bad, if you count Ghouls or Mutants a race. The ten foot Mutants storm streets, killing anyone in their way. They claim territory and take what they please; unless someone is lucky enough to kill them before they rip you apart or take you for God knows what. Rads have infected and changed animals into beasts of all kinds. Many of these animals attack anything on site, making travel and trade an issue for all. Not that it wasn't already hard to do. The beasts themselves may stay away from towns and roads, the same can't be said for people. Many have no problem stealing and holding up merchants just so they can get by another day. Murder doesn't mean much anymore. Although "illegal" in most towns, the streets, valleys, and mountains connecting them are fair game. Not many people would see you and even fewer would take action against it. Why should they, it's not their business and no one wants trouble when there is so much of it already. It's sad really. You'd think acts of terrorism would bring the U.S. closer together, but that's not what happened. It tore everything apart and the world went to hell and, albeit slowly, back.
I suppose all this coming from a stranger is well… strange so let me introduce myself. Major Kurt Hassel of the New California Republic 1st Recon Snipers. Well, former Major, I quit the NCR in order to move to the "Capitol" of the U.S. and start a life here. I was stationed and served in what is now known as the Mojave Wasteland in the Mojave Desert. A mission went horribly wrong there and people were killed…innocents. Because of this our old Major was relocated and I got promoted to major. But after that, command realized they didn't like me as much as they thought. Mainly cause I do things my way. The safe way, sure it's not textbook or to a T, but the mission always gets done and in a safe way for my men and women, and innocents, this policy was adopted by me after that mission I told you about. I didn't want a repeat of what happened there, but that's a story for later. So when I wanted to step down, command almost graciously accepted. I wasn't hard to replace either, Dhatri wanted my title for a long time, he's a good guy though so at least it was given to capable hands. Well after that I packed my things and left. Headed east till I got to D.C. and found a place to settle down in, an old battleship made city, aptly named Rivet City. Being one of the only stable places in the D.C. wastes, I had little choice. It's cold, dark, cramped, and dull, even when you're working security.
Authors note: First story/post! Thank you all for reading, I am very excited to post my stories here. I do not own Fallout or any of their characters but any and all O.C.'s are owned by me. Please R&R, comments' questions' and criticisms are welcome! Chapter 1 will be up shortly!
~ Spidey