Fallout New Vegas: Blood Moon
Ross struggled with the bonds on his hands, his duster struggling with the winds. "War, war never changes." The voice in his head said, visiting him once again. "Can you get it over with?" A man with a shovel spoke, another man, in a checkered suit responded with "Look, maybe Khans kill people without lookin' em' In the face, but I ain't a fink, dig?"Ross missed the next few words due to the blood pumping in his ears but he managed to hear the last sentence from the checkered man. "Look, from where you're kneeling it must seem like a 18 karat run of bad luck, but truth is... the game was rigged from the start." It was the last thing he heard before a bullet pierced his flesh and passed through his skull. He slumped back In his grave, in which the checkered man through a cigarette on him.
Ross groaned, and sat up. "Woah now, easy, you've been out a couple of days now. Why don't you just relax a second?" Ross coughed, rubbing his evidently bare chest. He flexed his hands back and forth as the man watched him. "Can you tell me you're name?" Ross thought fro a moment, but couldn't remember anything. "Ross." A deep voice said. He looked around and, not seeing another man, assumed he was just hearing things. He did, however, remember his name and it was indeed Ross. "Uh, Ross, sir." The man smiled. "Good, my name's Doc Mitchell, and welcome to Goodsprings. Say, why don't you go to the vigor tester over there? Take it slow now." The doctor cautioned. Ross nodded and walked drunkenly across the room. A few minutes later, the doctor motioned for him to sit on his couch. Apparently he had 'Gotten back all his faculties' as the doctor said. He asked Ross a few questions, and showed him a few odd pictures. "Well, That's all she wrote. Come on down to my door and I'll send you on your way." Ross stood and obediently followed the doctor to the door. "Here's some supplies, and you were wearing this when you came in." The Doc Mitchell handed him a few stimpacks, a couple caps, and a pistol. The thing he was evidently wearing was a duster, with a old world flag on the back. "Pretty fancy, isn't it?" Ross nodded and put on the duster over the leather armor the doctor gave him. "Now I'd go see Sunny Smiles, she'll teach you how to shoot again, and give you a few pointers in general." Ross shook Doc Mitchel's hand and walked out the door to the blinding Mojave sunlight. He walked to the biggest building, obviously a bar called the Goodsprings Saloon. He chuckled and walked through the door.
A/n: Little short, but how do you people ((if any people read this, lulz.)) like it? If I get enough hits i'll continue this FF and maybe even complete it.
-Cyan Pen