Hello Everyone! I am going to try to work on this story as much and as frequently as possible! let me know anything I could do to make the story more interesting, what quests/dlc my character Sean should go on, and any tips or tropes to avoid as this is my first story.

Thank you for reading

Prologue

Where the hell am I? Sean Thought, And why are my hands bound? Sean struggled against his bindings, but it was futile. He heard a voice calling out in the distance, but he couldn't quite make it out over his thunderous heartbeat and , when he decided to look up, he saw his assailants standing behind what he assumed to be his grave. Shit.. He thought, and sighed heavily through his nose.

"Look who's waking up over here," said the one on the right, his friend, who was on the left, seemed impatient about something. Finally, a man in a checkered suit standing between them spoke up. "Time to cash out."

The man on the left finally spoke up. "Would you get it over with?" The checker suit man retorted, "Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink, dig?"

I'm going to get KILLED!? Thought Sean. His mind was scrambling, trying to find a way to escape, some way to call for help. But it was no use. His restraints were too tight, and he couldn't shout loud enough with the gag on. He looked back up at his murderers, to see that the man in the checkered suit had pulled both a poker chip and a silver 9mm browning hi-power that was engraved throughout.

"You made your last delivery, kid." he said. "I'm sorry you got twisted up in this scene." He aimed the gun straight at Sean's head. "From where you're standing, this must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. But the truth is, the game was rigged from the start." The muzzle flash blinded Sean, and he didn't have enough time to make a noise as the man pulled the trigger.

~~~~Sean's Coma Experience~~~~

"Sean, get up! Raiders are attacking th-" He never got to finish his sentence, but it got the point across

"Please, take my baby! she's still in there!" And then a loud explosion shakes the ground. "NOOOO! SAMANTHAAA!" she never even said her first words

"Sean Simms?" the dark figure spoke "Yeah?" He calls "Mr. Crow sends his rega-" six shots to the chest was his answer, the sound of footsteps running away from the scene, and a gun clattering on the ground

~~~~Some 3 Days Later~~~~

Sean woke up taking a heavy breath, and shooting up like a rocket. The last thing he remembered was getting shot in the head, but most of the things that lead up to that point were blurry. He still remembered what his old life used to be, A lonely drifter looking for a city or town or even just another person that would look in his direction. That made him really useful for courier work, it seemed. The NCR's occupied territory needed a mail service, and he wandered around anyways, so it just worked out. Not that he minded getting paid caps to deliver packages, he had wandered his whole life for free and now, with just one added task and a return trip, he could visit wherever in the wastes and get paid! But back to the task at hand. Looking around, Sean saw a man sitting in a chair next to him. He seemed to be in a room, meant to be re-purposed to be a makeshift hospital. The man sitting in the chair finally spoke up. "You're awake, how about that."

As soon as Sean swung his body around to give this man his full attention, he suddenly felt lightheaded, and almost collapsed. "Whoa, easy there, easy. You've been out cold a couple a days now." the doctor said, while trying to steady him.

A few days? Sean thought I'm lucky I'm not dead "H-hi" Said Sean, in a weak voice. He had managed to keep himself upright for long enough to speak. The man in the chair obliged his conversation "Hey there, you've suffered some pretty heavy injuries there, youngster. I'd recommend you stay in bed at least a few hours lon-" "I don't need a rest, thanks doc. I need to find the sonuvabitch who shot me." the doctor sighed, rubbed his eyes and looked at me.

"Okay, I know you want to get your revenge, and you will, but for now, can you do as I say?" Sean nodded. "Okay. let's start with your name. Can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Sean Simms, and you are..?" the old doctor nodded, and proceeded to speak. "My name is Doc Mitchell. Welcome to Goodsprings, Sean."

Sean thanked the doctor, and the two proceeded to check Sean's physical and mental health standing. After a few hours of tests, Sean was finally free to go into the wastes. The doctor gave him his clothes, a leather jacket, combat boots, black pants, and a white cotton shirt. Sean felt around in his jackets pockets for a second, and found it. His gun, a black Beretta M92FS with the name 'Slayer' engraved in the side by it's previous owner, a raider who thought he might try his luck being a badass. The reward he got for his troubles was two bullets in the back of his brain and some emptied pockets. Sean liked the gun, and so he decided to keep it. One of the better memories from being a wanderer all his life. Sean thanked the doctor, who also gave him his old Pip-Boy 3000,and walked out the door.

So that's it, let me know what you guys think in the review. I'll try to post a chapter at least twice a month, so get on my case about that if i don't!