First off, I do not own the Fallout series. Second, I'm not sure if I'm going to keep at this or not; it all depends on what you all think. I understand that this is a little short but there will (hopefully) be more. So enjoy!
A lone beam of sunlight shone through the cracked glass of the gas station window. Almost as if Mother Nature herself set his personal alarm clock, the light went directly into the Couriers eyes. Doing what most would do in a situation of being woken up too early, he muttered a string of obscenities and pulled the brim of his cowboy hat down over his eyes. Unfortunately, he's not one to go back to sleep after waking up and sat up rubbing his eyes. "Dammit I wanted to get some more sleep!" He mumbled to himself, almost expecting a "shut up" from Veronica or an incomprehensible drunken slur from Cass, or even a slight chuckle from Boone even though that seemed unlikely. No, he was alone. Alone in an abandoned gas station, in the middle of the desert, in Arizona.
As he was packing up his bedroll and thinking about what to eat for breakfast, the overall isolation was on his mind. Arizona seemed exactly like the wasteland that pre-war movies had shown what a wasteland would be, devoid of anything. After his backpack was packed up and ready, he grabbed a half empty bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla hanging from the side and drank it down. "That should be enough for now, there's at least ten miles to the town so I should get moving." He thought to himself as he shut the door and continued on down the road.
The sun beat down on the cracked asphalt, after walking for about twelve minutes the Courier already felt like dying. "Holy shit it's got to be at least a 120 degrees out here. I'm going to die of heatstroke before I get close to Flagstaff. And speaking of Flagstaff… am I even on the Long 15 anymore?" He stopped and looked for a road sign, he soon sighted one covered in dust. "Okay without the dust it reads, Highway 89. So I left the Long 15 a few days ago, well at least I'm closer to Flagstaff." And he continued on down the road. As the sun begins to set, the Courier approaches an Arizona Highway Patrol station that appears to be lived in. "Well, odds are that the inhabitants aren't friendly at all." As he takes the safety off of his Brush Gun the door to the station flies open, almost scaring the shit out of him. "Yeah yeah Jackson I'm fucking going to check the generator you dipshit!" the scruffy individual shouts into the building.
A gunshot would give away his position, so the courier decides to sneak up on the man. The man throws a bone into the dark towards the Courier, upon further examination it appears to be a human femur that has the meat picked off it. "These bastards are sick." Thought the Courier as he crept closer to the cannibal. In one swift motion the man's neck is broken and his body hidden behind the building. The generator looks like shit, and probably has a good ten minutes left in it; so after kicking it the building goes dark. A few seconds later another scruffy man walks from the building and around the corner, right into the Couriers gun. "Are the anymore of you in there?" he asks. The man shakes his head, and the Courier shoots him. "Good, that way I only waste one round." And he goes inside the building to sleep.