Chapter 1:

A special guest for a special time

James was having the worst anxiety of today, especially when it was girls night out at the fur moo most of the women were old mothers, they brought their young eye candy daughters with at the the bar counter awkwardly while cleaning out cups for customers to use, he couldn't stop his eyes from falling on the sight of one particular girl in front of her on the stool. She was wearing a very thick white fur outfit made out of Snow fang, a overly sized radiated breed of wolf, and had big wide brown eyes that seemed to talk to James whenever she blinked tiresome at her glass. The front of her ebony hair quite adorably touched down to the shoulders of her coat, and was shining from the dirty ceiling light of the make shift metallic pupil of her eyes were hollow and wide like that of a canine in a majestic way, and her mouth was shaped like a model from pre-war magazines. In a trance his ringed eyes stared at her and his body stopped the activity of his job like one of many robots that just shut down as it ran out of energy the sudden halt of the bartender's motion, the fur coat girl cocked her head to James' face, and with ecstatic motion, his eyes widened large, realizing the awkward moment and quickly proceeded to stare back at the counter cleaning out the cup and doing the programed activity as the wind from outside blew viciously as silence made the tension worst. His mind filled with a split second shame of that moment thinking how creepy or very off putting he must have been from her view. Tending to other customers from the corner of his eyes he noticed the fur coat girl giggling, and moved her empty glass an inch away from her indicating she wanted another drink. As he went back to her filling her glass, she gave a happy but weak smile staring at the counter, which gave James a slight bit of comfort and happiness, which was as most things are, interrupted by a loud familiar booming voice that his ears had adapted to since childhood;

"Little James! Come over here quick! We need some help! Ross take the counter!"

The sound of his uncles voice gave pains to all customers ears, but James became alert and unaffected. Dashing to his solid chested uncle, James grabbed his coat stripped with darkbrown brahmin fur and lightbrown fur of Flake eyes, his long deceased husky. He also got his fingerless mittens he had found from a trader from Red M Den who claimed it from a super duper mart.

"So whats happening? Winter Guards attacking or a pack of Snow fangs that need to be skinned?" asked James more relaxed,but alert with anxiety fading from the work at the counter. The winter wind gave a harsh hello as they stepped out of the saloon and started heading down the road covered in flakes zooming and racing by on high ultra speeds.

"Nah, trust me, the sheriff would be up in arms with his little justice squad to blast 'em away or holler howl before anyone would know"Uncle Chaz deeply giggled in a rough tone. He always had time to pull a tease on someone even in the most dire or wrong times."We found a traveler from down south who got through the south side without getting shot up by the winter guards, but he collapsed on the border of the bridge and since the sheriff is paying me plenty o' caps, he wants us to quietly take him to the doc a' top of brad munson's and give him some help."

James became rather confused and a bit hesitant on why the sheriff would pay him and his uncle to discretely escort a stranger. North star wasn't the biggest settlement for people to pass through, aside from the typical hunter and caravan, and they would only enter from the north, so a traveler entering from the south where the winter guards were sounded as insane as a grass filled winter guards as James learned, were "ghouls" or survivors of the bombs that went through a tremendous amount of radioactivity and transformed into a dead carcass of people like zombies from old horror tapes. They were as people put it, "buried under the horrendous they emerged from the snow with blind hate and skin molded with the snow that buried them, their eyes as lifeless yet bright speak for no fellow human, but for one another and do not provide the pleasure of having us hear their voice, unless it was the last we ever hear." James just assumed it was mere camp fire stories that was made for the entertainment of a cruel and bored person amused at kids trembling, and figured the winter guards were just raiders dressed up to put fear in their victims. The bridge was just in plain sight, and could see what uncle chaz had called them "The Justice squad", wearing thick armored coats and face covers with a painted metal on their armor "N.S.". The sheriff As James had learned as a child, was the founder of the settlement and that before it was once an outpost for the first successful human settlement down south, New sheriff at that time was commander Daniel "Dawn" Volker of the militia sent to spot any new territories or empty ruins worth what I hear, the reason it became a settlement was because of the bust of travelers and traders making trade and shelter around the outpost for safety, and Daniel saw this as a step into creating another community in hopes of one day restoring humanity or as Chaz says "To wage our insecure little package around in the future and start blowing shit up again".Chaz always had some resentment against Daniel for reasons even James is unaware it was the amount of schemes and tricks Chaz would try to make that was always interfered by Daniel, since Chaz was at best, a sucker for only reason people haven't run Chaz out of North Star is still unclear to James. Maybe it's that he runs the only saloon in the town, maybe he has deep connections with other traders keeping this place running, or maybe he does favors for people like right now with this stranger escort the wind whipped James face and his nose became pure red,the thoughts of his uncle's deceitful kleptomaniac like behavior was soon erased from his mind. James and uncle Chaz made it to the bridge, Sheriff Daniel, or "Dawn" as he likes people calling him, stood on the other side that was barricaded with make shift metal walls blocking entrance to what used to be the market district and very small suburbs of the Sheriff wore the thickest bear coat anyone could ever have, making his size more tremendous than it already was, and made it look like he was a bear even used the paws of a bear as mittens and the only way of indicating that he was human was his pale white face with a huge scuffed up beard in shade of red rust wearing biker goggles and a pre-war state trooper hat. Carrying a ten millimeter pistol by holster on the hip, he motioned around, cupping his hands to his mouth mitten-less to provide warmth. As "Bad ass" as his bear gloves were, they obviously weren't the best use when it came to combat, especially firing a pistol.

"The tough bastard is over on the walkway, we covered him up with a Stimpak and gave him one of our coats but the poor fuck is freezing his ass off. I don't need anyone to know about him sneaking through here around south cause it might just cause some people to go out and get killed thinkin' they'll be able to take those white zombies, got it?" The sheriff shouted as the cold windy night roared over his voice.

"Why yes sheriff, we'll do just that."Uncle Chaz gave that classic hungry grin and wide eyed look that James only knew would be a sign of a greedy plan now plotted.

Authors Note:I hope this at least caught some attention to people on the story, if not then please leave some criticism for me to come back to or anything and I'll look back as soon as I master the ways of this very abnormal website. :P