So! This is my first chapter of my first fanfic ever. And a Fallout fanfic no less! If anyone spots a continuity error or clashes wish the existing Fallout universe, then please let me know. Otherwise I hope you enjoy it!

I almost had a good life. Well, as good as one could get in the D.C. Wastes. One minute I was a messanger for those fatasses in Tenpenny, the next I was kidnapped and beaten by raiders. The year was 2277, and all raiders were on full alert. The Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave were patrolling the streets of irradiated D.C. for percieved threats in greater numbers than ever, wary of each other, and the group of raiders I ended up with were desperate for new recruits. Did I just say recruits? More like captive meat shields. Anyway, the group of raiders I ended up with called themselves "Leechun." They wore strange looking red and metal armor, and they said they came all the way from the New California Republic, but that's God-knows how far away. Probably thousands of miles. Nobody that meets them fuckin' believes it, but they still go with that story. The very first assignment the leader, a man who calls himself "Kyesar," gave me was a supply raid. There was a slaver camp not to far from the Lincoln Memorial, our base of operations, and they had supplies that we wanted. They gave me one of those automatic assault carbines from before the war. I immediately decided to call it "Vera." I still don't know why. Anyway, I was to be in the first wave of attackers, hoping that I would get killed. The slavers fought back extremely hard, sending waves of captured slaves, wielding only clubs and small axes, while we had battle axes and pistols and the occasional rifle like me. I don't know why they gave me a gun if they wanted me to die, but I don't care that much. We were just mowing down those innocent slaves like they were fuckin' Mirelurks or something. It was a bloodbath, almost literally because the battlefield afterwards was almost covered entirely in blood, and not ours. I still remember the look on one slave's face before a "Leechunare," which is what the soldiers of Leechun called themselves, gutted him with his spiked battle axe.
"What are you doing standing around, captive? Keep firing or we'll kill you right now and crucify you!" he said. I had no possible way to respond but to keep firing. The battle was over in about 15 minutes, with only three causualties on our side, and about twenty on the other. We had a feast to celebrate our victory that night, and I allowed myself to imagine this would be a good thing for me. Well, it's time to finish up writing this journal, as the matron of this house is calling lights-out.

So how'd you guys like it? I will be updating weekly, on the weekends. I will try to make it always Saturday, but I might post on Friday or Sunday. Anything else I will let you guys know. See you next week, this is THREEEE DOOOG!