As my bare feet hit the cold, wet asphalt road, I look behind myself. Yep, I'm dead. I gloomily think to myself. Well, before I'm ravaged by these demon zombies, I should explain myself. My name is Wyatt Chandler, I'm, well was, an adventurer like some (No I didn't take an arrow to the knee) with my companion, a talking hat named Ezlo. After a huge adventure, I decided to go to the University of New Vegas and get a job. I got a job at rating video games and was pretty content. Then, well Hell broke loose, literally. Portals started opening up everywhere, bringing in monsters and antagonists from everywhere. After 3 years of this a guild named "The Vault Hunters" appeared and hired the best heroes. Each hero had a task of defeating someone or something they had already defeated before. That's where I come in. I was given the task of banishing Vaati from this realm. Sadly though, I'm not even close to that. I've been trying to pass through what was Boston, when I encountered these mindless freaks. Anyways, back to the task at hand: escaping the zombies. As I turned a corner (a bad choice) I was faced with a dead end. I looked around in panic to find a way to escape or even something to defend myself with I looked at the way I came. Goddesses protect me. I prayed. As the beasts drew nearer I readied my fists. As the closest one leaped at the air at me, I swung.
*Bang*
Did I kill it? Wait, that's a bullet hole. A gun shot it? I thought in amazement. I quickly look at the others to see them all fall down. That's when I saw him. For a moment I thought I was saved, I was horribly mistaken. He stared at me for a second then directed his attention to my left leg.
*Bang*
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream in pain and terror. He stalks closer to me, as if I'm a threat. I close my eyes in pain, when I open them, feeling less brown eyes stare into mine. "Who, are you?" He mutters. Instantly terrified at the 3 simple words, I decide honesty is the best choice if I wanted to survive. "W-W-Wyatt Chandler." I stutter.
"What in God's name are you doing here?"
"I-I was looking for someone…"
"Who?"
"A sorcerer named Vaati"
"You're one of those Vault Hunter scumbags aren't you?"
Scumbags? I thought, We've saved so many, why would we be scumbags?
"Well, are you?" He repeats.
"Yes but…."
Before I can say more he hits me with the gun's grip to knock me unconscious. When I awoke I realized I was being carried. I try to move, but realizing I don't have near enough energy to, I decide to go with him. As I look at the ruined buildings in the city, I realize I haven't been in Hell, he has. The gray cement, looking like it's crawling up buildings, seems so depressing. How does he keep his sanity? I wonder. After what seems like an hour of traveling, we stride into an alley. "Here we are." He says. He sets me down on a box and walks up to one of the alley walls. His hand finds a small crack in the stone, as he does that he whispers, "Ellie, it's me. I have a guest." Ellie? No this can't be… He left this city… "C-Carlos?" I ask. As the words leave my lips, he freezes. He was a Vault Hunter like me, except his job was to clear this city of the zombies. Why is he still here though? He was sent here 5 years ago. I ponder. Before I can ask more, the wall in front of Carlos opens up. "Welcome Carlos," A female voice emits from the darkness, "As well as your guest," As she walks out, I recognize her as Ellie. With her filthy red shirt, and her still childish face, I look from her to Carlos, his all but burnt green shirt, and his serious complexion that's always on his face; I realize that they have a bigger share of Hell than I do. They lead me inside to what seems like an apartment. They must have tough lives I think as I stare at the furniture. The couch it flipped, the floorboards are uprooted and scattered throughout the place, a dining table is torn in half, and the kitchen is a bloody mess. "Have a seat," Ellie says. Trying not to anger them, I obey and sit down on what seemed to be a recliner. "You two must be famished, let me get you something to eat," Ellie adds. She strides into the kitchen as Carlos sits down across from me. "Hey, Carlos, why do you hate the Vault Hunters?" I ask. He sighs and answers "You know, I used to be a Vault Hunter like you, and then they abandoned me. They sent me here to rid this once beautiful city of the zombies. After a year or so I asked for back-up. After 2 years I asked for someone to rescue us. After these 5 years, they haven't answered either." When he finished his story, he dropped his head and had his arms support it. 5 minutes that seemed to last forever, Ellie came to where we were and handed us our shares of freshly cooked bread and some water. Discouraged by the story I had heard, I ate in silence as Ellie and Carlos discuss what do to with themselves, and with me. When we had all finished, Carlos turned his head to face me. "Wyatt," He asked, "Do you know a way out of here?" Startled by the new question, I answered best I could. "I had to scale a wall to drop into here, but I think I might know a rat tunnel where we can leave."