Okay, so... my first Fallout Fanfic. You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this. So this story is going to be a set of Drabbles based off a multitude of things from the Fallout Universe. Some could be considered AU (Alternate Universe), while some will be Canon. Maybe even a crossover here and there. So these short stories will cover Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, and Fallout 4. Possibly even pre-Bethesda Fallouts but I haven't played much of those in a while so I'm not certain. Alright so please R/R and follow or favorite if you like it. So without further a do...
THE LAST STAND OF MURPHY AND BARRETT
Murphy hadn't seen a metro station so crowded since before the war. He remembered as a kid, how when he was growing up in New York City he was forced to take the Subway to get to school and after he graduated, work. He would awake in the earlier hours of the morning and would begin his trek to the station. Even at six in the morning, the subway stations were crowded. Filled with everyday people bustling around, on their way to work. With their trench coats and briefcases and hats, they would board the trains. Murphy missed those days.
But the Northwest Seneca Station wasn't filled with everyday people on their way to their jobs. No... instead it was brimming with around two dozen Raiders. And every single one of them was out to kill both Murphy, and his partner Barrett. It also didn't help that the band of Raiders showed up with about three dozen and Murphy and Barrett wasted a lot of ammunition taking those men down. The band was armed with a variety of weapons, from tire irons to hunting rifles, and from combat knives to pistols.
"Give it up Murphy!" The Raider leader yelled from behind the lab door. "You're outgunned and outmanned!" The door swung open and the two ghouls were met with a Raider equipped with a Shotgun. Murphy ducked behind his desk as the lone Raider fired and a bullet whizzed past Murphy's wrinkled head. As the Raider cocked his gun, Barrett peered out from around the corner and put a round in his chest.
The Raider stood their for a moment, in total shock as he watched the blood pour down from the hole in his chest. He then let go of his gun and it clattered on the cold, hard ground. He too, fell over and landed on a pile of his fallen brethren and all signs of life slowly faded from his body. Barrett on the other hand, grinned, as the thought passed through his mind that he had just ridded the world of another evil soul.
"Just give us the formula and we'll be on our way", the leader pleaded. He then signaled for another two Raiders to charge in. One was armed with a pistol, while the other was armed with a baseball bat. They stacked up next to the door and waited for their commander's signal. "Now why don't you just lower your weapons and come out with the formula?"
Murphy and Barrett looked at each other and they shook their heads silently in unison. "You really think we would give up that easily?" Murphy inquired. "Now why don't YOU send us more pigs for the slaughter". Murphy quickly checked how many bullets he had left. Twelve he thought to himself. Well I better make them count. Murphy then reloaded his gun and positioned himself behind his lab desk. The Raider Leader waved his hand and the two men came rushing in. The first man that came through the door (the one with the pistol), was almost immediately killed by Barrett. Barrett didn't hesitate and put two bullets in the man's head. The second one, who was outfitted with a bat, came racing towards Murphy, who in turn put a round in the man's stomach.
The Raider stopped in his tracks and still tried to swing at Murphy. Even though he missed, Murphy still had to finish him off, so he raised his gun towards the man's head and fired. He instantly hit the floor.
Murphy cursed underneath his breath. Are you kidding me!? Two bullets for one man! Alright, I guess I'll have to roll with 10. Once again, Murphy positioned himself behind his lab desk and readied himself for whatever was coming next.
"Murphy!" Yelled the leader. "You leave me no choice!" The senior Raider waved his hand at a raider dawning a satchel. The young man immediately maneuvered his way to his commander and handed over his satchel. The commander ripped it from the boy's hands and unzipped it. He ruffled through the contents of the bag for about ten seconds until he came across what he was looking for. "Now I am warning you. You can still surrender now. This can all end", he pleaded.
"Like hell", Barrett replied.
"Fine! Have it your way", he said as he removed a Fragmentation Grenade from the bag. He pilled the pin, opened the door just a little bit and tossed it inside. He then quickly pulled the door shut and waited for it to go off.
Noticing that a grenade had just been thrown in, both Barrett and Murphy dove for cover. They both braced as it went off and ripped the room apart. Instantly, there was a ringing in the ghoul's ear and his body ached. He could feel the blood ooze from different parts of his body and he could feel the sting of the shrapnel. He rose to his knees and looked at Barrett who was firing at the doorway. Murphy rotated his head to see an onslaught of Raiders coming their way. He picked up his pistol from the floor and turned towards their attackers.
At first, he didn't even aim, and just fired in their general direction. But that was good enough. A raider who was not even fully in the room yet, fell down to the ground with a bullet in his lung. The second time he fired, he legitimately aimed and opened up on a female raider who was armed with a Hunting Rifle. The bullet landed in her right shoulder and caused her to spin around to face him. She pulled the lever device and pointed her gun towards him. For some weird reason, Murphy had trouble pulling the trigger. He didn't want to kill anymore. But his mental arguing didn't help the situation.
The raider fired and a bullet found its way to his left thigh. It slapped him hard and stung like crazy. Instead of sympathy, Murphy was filled with rage. He lifted his gun towards her and pulled the trigger before she could prepare another shot. It struck her in the throat and she fell over coughing up blood. Once again, it was down to zero raiders in the room. Murphy looked over at Barrett who was reloading. Then back at the door. Eight shots left, he thought to himself.
There was complete silence throughout the entirety of the station. Murphy could hear others breathing. But the silence was soon broken when the door swung open and the wine bottle with a soaked rag and a spark on it came flying in. It crashed against the desk and fire began to engulf the whole room. "Fire!" Barrett screamed. "Run!"
Both Barrett and Murphy bolted to the side room where the back entrance was and attempted to open the grate. "Wait, we can't just leave the lab behind", Murphy pleaded.
Barrett looked at him. "Are you serious?", He asked. "The lab is gone and besides, the formula is safe. Now let's get the hell out of here." He lifted the grate but they were met with a hailstorm of bullets.
"Shit!" They said in unison as they shut the grate with great speed. "They must of gone around and are trying to cut us off", Murphy said. All of the sudden, a raider with an Assault Rifle came barging into the lab and towards the back room. Barrett made a break for his rifle but the raider lit him up. "Barrett!" Murphy screamed as he lifted his gun towards the large raider. Murphy then emptied all of his rounds into his enemy's chest.
The room was silent for a few seconds and Murphy looked around. A raider lay up against the wall with eight bullets in his torso. Barrett lay on the ground, blood spilling from his body, and no signs of life within him. "Gotcha".
Murphy looked up to see the "dead" Raider aiming his assault rifle at him. Murphy quickly tried to shoot but he remembered that he had wasted all of his bullets. He dropped his weapon, closed his eyes, and accepted his fate. BANG! BANG! BANG!
The Raider leader strutted into the room to find three bodies. Two ghouls and one raider. Without a word, the leader made his way over to Murphy and searched him. "Aha! Here it is", he declared as he pulled a crumpled up piece of paper from Murphy's pocket. He straightened it out and read it.
DEAR WHOEVER IS READING THIS NOW,
WELL ISN'T THIS JUST DISAPPOINTING. YOU TRIED SO HARD BUT YOU DIDN'T SUCEED. YOU WASTED SO MANY MEN JUST TO DISCOVER THAT YOU HAPPENED UPON THE WRONG FORMULA. WELL SINCE YOU TRIED SO HARD I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING.
THE MURPHY SANDWICH:
IGUANA BITS
STEAK
LETTUCE
MUTFRUIT
MAYO
FLAT BREAD
YOU'RE WELCOME! BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME SUCKER!
-MURPHY
The Raider Leader's eyes widened as he realized his biggest mistake. Why would anyone keep and important formula in their pocket. His face turned read and rage filled his body as he began to go bat-shit.
OUTSIDE
Upon a hill, overlooking the Northwest Seneca Metro Station, a lone wandered looked down at his hand at the folded note that read ULTRA JET FORMULA. He smiled and walked off into the distance to pass on the Formula to more responsible people.