Fallout 3: Sunshine of Your Radiation

Day 3…I think:

Shit, everything hurts. My skin burns, my…you know…itches, everything sucks. Man, when they said it's Hell out here, they meant it. Not saying I hate it, but, well, I don't like how it feels. The destruction however, I find somewhat beautiful. It's somewhat an existing memory of that day when it all fell on top of us. It's somewhat beautiful. It's somewhat…cool. Well, I like it. All that yellow, irradiated junk looks sick.

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Jack stood up and looked over his supplies. His Pip-Boy told him it was about 3:00 PM, and that his Rad level was at an acceptable level. He only had about two Rad-Away packs left. He picked up his shotgun and hunting rifle and dry-swallowed three Rad-X pills before he left the hot, stuff cave he took shelter in last night. That cave was stuffier than a room in the desert that's been insulated three times. (Horrible analogy.)

*Clink Clink*

"Who…the hell…are you?" said a strained, raspy voice. It sounded like it was painful for this guy to talk. He must have been out here for a while without protection.

"Relax. My name's Jack. I'm not here to hurt you or anyone else. I just needed to get out of the Vault." Responded Jack. He pointed to the darkened goggles on his face, indicating his sensitivity toward light. "Now, put down your shotgun please. I don't like it when people point guns at me. That's happened a lot recently, in fact."

"You were in my cave. And it's not a shotgun."

"I'm leaving your cave." Jack turned around to see a minigun pointed straight in his face. Really, it wasn't a shotgun. Adrenaline rushed through Jack's veins at the sight of those six barrels staring at him with a menacing demeanor.

"You better. Unless…nah nevermind. Get the fuck out."

"What was that nevermind?"

"Get….out…..of….my….cave."

"And…."

"I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me as a friend. But you're in my cave. GET OUT."

"Fine." Jack walked purposefully out of the cave with an evil idea in his head. He walked about 20 meters away from the cave and took out his hunting rifle. Loading it with one of the bullets he created himself (4 inches long, explosive tip, irradiated water in a compartment at the end of the bullet for poisoning purposes), he cocked the hammer and proceeded to lie down.

The old man turned around, a fatal mistake on his part. Jack aimed and pulled the trigger, sending blood from the man's chest into the musty air and on the walls. The explosion happened after, sending the man's arm a few feet from its original position. Jack's Pip-Boy made an evil sounding noise, and Vault Boy appeared on the screen stating that Jack lost Karma. He chuckled at the fact it really did that. The Vault's criminals told him it did, but he was never sure if it was true. Murder does in fact, lower your "Karma" he guessed.

Jack trotted up the hill towards the man's remains. He saw the sexy minigun laying on the ground next to the dead guy. He picked it up and dragged it into the cave to see what else this old dude had in store. As he walked in, he found a flashlight, a lot of medical supplies and food, and best of all, weapons. He traded his almost broken shotgun for a really sweet looking combat shotgun. He picked up around 350 rounds for it too. Then, Jack saw a few AK-47s, Chinese Assault Rifles, another minigun, a few missile/rocket launchers, and multiple bolt action rifles.

I might just stay in this cave. It's not far from Megaton, it's got weapons and supplies, and it provides protection. Not to mention it's fucking hot in here. I should install lights and central air. You know, I'm gonna do that.

Jack walked over towards the cot he had found and inserted a RadAway needle into his arm before tuning into Galaxy News Radio and drifting off….to…..sleep.