Its dark.... the wastelands are silent and harry was purring softly as I began to pitch our out post. I have been out here, alone, cold, and hungry, if only I could find someone... if only I could find a companion. The heat is getting to me, my blood stained clothes are smelly, and I cant seem to sleep, 100 weeks after they nuked America. I am Elijah Michael Lane, and I am running low on food, and guns.
The night was horrible, cold, and it began to rain. Harry, my radioactive giant cat, was eating some mole rat he scored. "Harry... you hear that, mutants" Elijah whispered, soon after I heard a girl yell, "Damnit out of ammo!"I Ran to help this stranger ,I didn't care, I just wanted someone. *Boom* off a mutants head flew ,I started sniping off one by one with my fathers old hunting rifle, " you okay?" I questioned, cleaning his dirty aviators glasses. "Who the hell are you, isn't everyone supposed to be dead?" The girl asked, " I was one of the un-lucky ones unfortunately, hey I got some med packs at the shelter, need a hand?" I smeared, trying to look cool. "Yeah... the would be nice, the names Emily by the way... but you will call me Emma!", "cool Emma, my names Elijah... come one lets get you patched up!'
Day two
I was glad to have a friend, finally I could have conversation, and I could tell by her expression so was she, this day we were to raided a bandit camp and got a lot of ammo and food