"Well, I guess those bastards will show up just about anywhere." Valeria spoke out loud to herself before taking another drag of her lit cigarette. Her long jet black hair twirling in front of her face from the gust of wind. The night air was hot. It was mid-summer, and the heat can get to her rather suddenly. The moon was high in the sky, and no clouds could be seen, but she knew that the weather can always take a turn at a moment's notice. Her muscular frame barely hidden underneath her dark blue vault suit, and her leather armor wrapping around her body. Her back pack sat next to her feet, she feels the smoke enter her longs, giving her a small hint of relaxation before the show starts. He flicked her lit cigarette so she could once again focus.
"I should have figured those gun toting loons would be listening to the same broadcast as I had." She heaves up her bolt action .50 caliber bolt action hunting rifle that was lying next to her with her night vision scope still lit with a low level green hue. She began to walk to a more elevated spot to overlook what the gunners in front of the place that was called Nuka World. "And to think, I would have been able to just check this place out without any disturbance…but no." she spoke to herself with a sarcastic tone as she quietly stalked the field, closing in on the group of gunners that huddled themselves together.
She sat behind a rock that was just in front of the entrance, and she lined up her shots to the two gunners she saw that stood on the garage roofs. "3… 2… 1…" she shallowed her breath, and squeezed off a shot. A round went barreling thru the air, closing in on one of the gunners' heads, and ripped thru flesh like a nail driving thru ragged plywood. The man's head exploded with a torrent of blood and matter, red mist filled the air around him as his body collapsed to the deck. Valeria quickly, without any hesitation, brought up her sights to zero in on her next target. A woman looking around in the night trying to figure out where the shot came from, and a second shot rang out again, penetrating the woman's chest cavity. Her ribcage burst open from the sheer force of the round, and chunks of meat flew all around as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Valeria chucked to herself, and gave herself a wide smile at the deed. She couldn't help herself, but she always felt amazing after actions such as these. She saw that there were five of the bastards left. All on her level, so she took aim to two of them approaching her, and she let out a shallow breath. She squeezed off another shot, but this time it hit much lower than she expected. The bullet ripped through a mans' left knee, totally separating his bottom leg from the rest of his body. The man screamed out in pain, and Valeria pulled the bolt back from her rifle, and she punched it forward, chambering another round. The spent casing few up, and hit the left side of her face. She then took aim toward the second one coming closer, and fired of yet another round, hitting a woman's right shoulder.
Valeria giggled to herself as the two fell to the ground, and she picked up her rifle, slinging it on her back. "Now, it's time for the fun part." She whispered to herself as she ran, and she took cover behind an old bus. By this time, her adrenaline caused her to get tunnel vision, but she pushed it aside and kept focus. She remembers everything Nat taught her after he came home from the war, she just never thought she'd be using it so often. She pulled out a pistol from her makeshift hip holster, a bullnose .44 magnum. She became accustomed to its kickback, and it made her the ever stronger.
"We see you piece of shit." A woman's voice rang out in the night over gun shots. Valeria was behind a bus, but they still fired at her, made her shake her head for a minute. "I hope there's a bounty on your head because we're going to fucking skin you alive. You hear me?" the woman sounded furious, and pushed her entourage forward, trying to bulwark her way to Valeria. Valeria made gestures with her hands while the woman spoke, mocking as to her spouting on and on for no reason other than trying to scare her.
Valeria turns the corner of the bus she is covering from, and quickly lines up her shots. She squeezes off a round, sending the bullet flying toward a man with combat armor. The bullet rips through the man's right eye, and exits out the back of his head. She squeezes off another round, and she scores a hit on a man with leather armor, opening up a massive hole in the man's chest. Before the first two men hit the floor, Valeria fires a third round, blowing off the commanders' left hand off.
The first two bodies hit the ground with a wet thud, and the gunner woman is left on the floor screaming, holding her bloody stump where her hand used to be. Valeria twirls around to take cover once again, just barely missing shots ricocheting off the bus next to her. She runs to the other end of the bus, and shoots one of the gunners in the side, putting him in the dirt. As he fell, she quickly ran behind the falling gunner, and put her .44 magnum up to the back of the head of the remaining gunner, blowing the man's brains out with a slew of meat chunks and brain matter.
The fight was over, and Valeria could still hear the gunners' commander screaming, holding her bloody stump as she wails around on the dirty ground. Valeria lit up another cigerrete to calm herself down, and she immediately felt to smoke envelope her lungs, bringing herself back down from her adrenaline fueled high. She slowly strolled up to the screaming woman, whistling to herself as she casually closed in on the wounded woman. She put her pistol back in her drop holster that clung to the side of her right calf.
The commander, still clutching onto her grotesque wrist that recently lose an appendage, stared at the other woman approaching her. She glared at Valeria, yet couldn't stop the sheering pain that rung through her mind. "Who is this woman?" she thought to herself as she saw her inching closer. She swore underneath her breath as she tried to reach for her pistol that laid just a few feet away. She wasn't quick enough because just as she grabbed hold of her weapon, a boot came crashing down on her hand, and she cried out obscenities.
"Fuck you!" she swore while blood poured out of her handless stump, and pain shooting up from her other hand that laid underneath the grinding combat boot. She pat out a glob of blood on the boot that pressed down, taunting Valeria.
"Oh come on now. Talk like that after you and your other turds got your asses handed to them?" Valeria, her words slithering out like a seductress that promises damnation disguised as salvation. "What were you and your goons doing here? Hear about Nuka World as I did?" she pulled out a long bowing knife from her utility belt that wrapped around her wide yet muscular waist. "I hate you turds. All of you. Going around shooting things up for money. What vanity. Missing the finer points of it all." She looked into the commanders eyes as she took the blades' end, and sliced it across the womans' face, opening up her left cheek.
"Trust me my dying friend. I only ask things from people like you once." Valeria spoke with a wide grin on her face as she brought the knife up to the womans' neck, and drove the blade deep underneath the jaw, causing blood to pour out uncontrollably.
The woman gargled on her own blood as she held the wound, fear and agony filling her eyes. She stared up to the woman in the blue vault suit staring down at her. The dying woman grinned for a mere second before the light from her eyes left, and her body laid limp on the dust covered road, blood pooling on her side covering the ruble beneath. As Valeria stood there, blankly staring into the womans' lifeless eyes for a mere second, she put her knife back into her scabbard. She proceeded to reach into the dead commanders pockets, and pulled out a letter. She read thru the message before discarding it into the wind.
"Well Kaylor dear, looks like you failed that little task. As you all do" Valeria spoke while she turned her attention toward the subway station that looked like it didn't take much damage from years long past. She pushes the big doors open that are on the bottom of the stairs, and is immediately welcomed by the old stench of must of grime and dust. "Oh my. Another abandoned metro. Who would have thought?" she flicked her lit cigerrete to the side of the walls, and continued on thru until she came across something she wasn't expecting. A man, grabbing hold of his side, and she heard the man speaking to himself.
"Oh man. My family. They are all going to die. I got to do something." The man spoke, as if he was talking to someone, but Valeria only saw him. "Oh. Hey, I didn't know anyone else was here. You gotta help them." He speaks to her with a hopelessness in his eyes, and his face portraying a man who has given up hope.
Valeria crouched down to meet the man at eye level. He was leaning up against a falling piece of column holding the tunnel up, and she wanted to get a better look at him. "What happened to you?" She asked the man while she looked him up and down, dissecting what was present. She noticed that the blood that the man held to his thigh was still bright. She thought it would have been dark and dried by now. "is there anything I can do to help?" she persisted.
"Not for me. My family. Damn raiders attacked my town, and I got away." He spoke with anxiety and a shaky voice, but something about the man that made Valeria pause.
"Let me give you a stimpack, or at least bandage that wound." She felt as if the man was hiding something. He said he ran, but he doesn't look like he was sweating nor does the blood look real. She pondered on this, but she knew that she had grown paranoid over the two years she spent from waking out of the ice box. She couldn't help but feel that there was more to this, but she pushed the thought aside, and agreed to help the man.
"Here. This is the code to get the rail station up and running again. I disabled it just in case they tried to chase after me, but you'll need to turn it on." The man hands her a slip of paper, and she folds it up, putting it in her pocket. "go after them, and kill those raiders." He speaks to her, but all Valeria responded with, was a huff and turned away from him.
Valeria looked around the dark and dank confines of the ruined subway tunnel. Majority of it interior was still intact, along with the rail car that it housed. She could still smell the damp moist air surrounding her, and she came upon a terminal system. She believed that this was the device controlling the power, so she entered the code that the man gave her, and the power flickered to life. A flash of light ripped thru the tunnel before dimming down, and the rail car sprang to life, pinging as its doors opened. She had a gut feeling about all of this, but her infatuation with battle and fighting caused her to ignore her basic instincts. She knew that if was raiders that attacked that man and his people, then she knew she was going to get what she loved most. A fight worth being in.
As Valeria entered the car, and pushed the button to activate it. She thought to herself "perhaps, this will be the final fight. I could only hope someone there will get a lucky shot…" her mind trailed off, and he didn't even realize the doors closed behind her. Sending her to an unknown fate.