This is my first fan fiction; it is set in the fallout 3 universe and is an OC story. I accept criticism, but please no flamers.

I kept walking under the highway. It was broken and it arched above me cracked and decaying. My gray coat was whipping around me in the wind so I pulled it closer, trying to stay warm. It was getting colder in the wasteland. Winter was coming, making it harder to survive and harder to get where I needed to go.

I could hear people talking on the other side of the highway, waiting for me. I checked my weapons. A ten millimeter in my right pocket, sawed off on my back hanging from my backpack, and my bowie knife in its makeshift scabbard. I kept the bowie knife on my back but in a position beneath the backpack with the handle sticking out angled to the lower right side so I could easily reach it if I had to.

I came out on the other side of the highway and stopped. I took off my sunglasses and put them in my left pocket.

"Why don't you all come out so I can see who's trying to kill me?" After I said that four men emerged from behind a small hill. They came at me from different directions, so I turned around slowly so I could get a good look at them. They were all raiders, covered in grime with little bits of clothing and armor on their bodies. They didn't have any guns, only bats and knives and when they came walking towards me they had huge grins plastered on their faces. One of the men, the shortest with curly hair and a dirty beard, stepped forward.

"Well now, you noticed us pretty quick. Did a little birdie tell you where we were?" The other men laughed at this, as they were expected to.

"No, but I did hear you yapping. Only idiots talk when trying to hide." I said.

"You better learn to respect your elders boy." He sneered this at me and gave me a threatening look. "Tell you what boy, I'm feeling in a pretty good mood today. Why don't you lay your weapons and bag on the ground, and we won't kill you before we take em." He laughed after this and I got a good look at his knife. It hadn't been cleaned in a while and it still had some old dried blood on it. This man had killed people, and if they had been women he did even worse. These were the men I hated most, filthy trash who thought that they could just take whatever they want and no one would ever come to punish them.

"How many?" I asked

"What?" He said a queer look upon his face.

"How many innocent people have you killed?" I asked my eyes filled with hate. He just laughed.

"Does it matter? People die every day, so if someone's gonna die might as well better the rest of us. Who cares if a few 'innocent people' get hurt?" I looked him dead in the eyes.

"I do, and that's why it matters." He laughed and they began to close in, all smiling and thinking about how they were going to shut me up.

"Too bad boy, don't you know that the only heroes in this wasteland are dead?" After he said that they rushed me.

Their leader ran in first, he ran right at me and stabbed but I sidestepped his attack and grabbed his arm. I brought out my knife and cut off the hand holding his knife all in the same motion. He fell to his knees screaming in agony. I spun around and dodged as a big burly man swung a lead pipe at me. I brought my knife across his gut which caused blood to spray all over the ground. I kicked the next man in the stomach and knocked him to the ground. The fourth man ran at me and I dodged his strike and brought my knife across his neck, killing him. I turned to the burly man, who was down on his knees clutching his stomach, and put my knife through his skull. As I brought it out there was another blood spray. The man I had knocked down stood up and ran at me. I sidestepped and clothes lined him. As he fell I crouched, and as he hit the ground I drove my knife into his neck. I sat there for a moment, waiting until he stopped moving. His blood was all over my hand. I stood up and looked over at their leader who was desperately trying to crawl away.

"Don't craw away that makes it harder for me." I said.

"Why, why did you cut off my hand?" He screamed. He was clutching a bloody stump on his right wrist. I walked over to him and grabbed him by the shirt collar. Then I drug him underneath the highway, making sure I hit every bump and stone along the way. This made him scream more. I brought him up by his shirt collar and slammed him against one of the pillars still holding up the highway.

"How many people have you killed! How many children are parentless because of you! Did you think you could just keep killing people and no one would ever stop you! Well? Did you!" I screamed all this in his face, and at this point he was sobbing.

"I'm sorry, please let me go, I'm sorry." He kept crying, he just wouldn't stop.

"No, I said, you're not sorry. At least you're not sorry enough." After I said that I stabbed him in the gut and held him there until I was sure he was dead. I dropped him to the ground and spit on him. Then I cleaned and sheathed my knife, turned around, and kept walking as though nothing had happened. I hate raiders, and I don't care if they die.

I hadn't taken ten steps before I heard a child's voice calling out.

"Let me out! Where mommy and daddy? Let me out!" The voice was crying and I could hear it over a nearby hill. I walked over the hill and saw a small shack where, presumably, the raiders had been living. In front of the house were two dead bodies, a man and a woman. It took one look at them to see what the raiders had done. The man had been beat to death with the pipe, and the woman had gone through much worse before being stabbed. I still heard the little kid crying in the shack. I pulled the dead bodies around back where they couldn't be seen, including the raiders, and then I walked inside. The place looked pretty dirty. There were a couple of beds, a mattress on the ground, bits of food strewn about, and in the back corner a makeshift cage of two shopping carts with a little girl trapped inside.

"Are you one of them? Where are my mommy and daddy?" She asked tears still falling down her face. By the looks of things I had been ten minutes too late.

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