Fallout Fanfiction – Chapter One Prelude into Darkness
The first thing she noticed was a sharp pain in the back of her skull. She tried to reach for it but her hands wouldn't move. The pain was blurring her vision and her thoughts were sluggish.
It's cold. Where the fuck am I anyway? What the hell happened?
Voices drifted over the young girl but she couldn't make out any distinct words, only fragments. She started to panic when she opened her eyes and saw the inside of a burlap sack.
Okay... Okay, calm down. It's cold, so I'm outside. I feel... sand, and rocks. Men are talking. Two? No, three. Where am I? They don't seem to have noticed that I'm awake yet. I was... On my way to Vegas? Right... The Quarry was full of Deathclaws and I wanted to head northwest to avoid it. And then I got jumped. Feels like I got run over by a freaking Brahmin.
The pain spiked up into the back of her head again and she couldn't quite suppress a groan.
"Guess who's waking up over here."Well fuck.
Footsteps were coming closer and the girl was hauled to her knees. The sack vanished from her head. Her vision was blurry so she focused on the little glowing red spot in front of her.
"Time to cash out."
The man's features grew sharper. He looked familiar but she couldn't put a name to the face. He was wearing a horribly chequered suit that didn't appear to belong into the wasteland that surrounded them. The third man came closer and looked at her indifferently.
"Would you get it over with?" The man in the fine suit held up his hand to silence his companion.
"Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink, ya dig?" He flicked his cigarette to the ground in front of the other man's feet.
He turned back to the girl kneeling before him and pulled a large shiny disk from his coat.
"You've made your last delivery kid." He examined the chip before putting it back into his pocket and pulled out a gun that shone in the moonlight.
"Sorry you got twisted up in this scene." He pointed the intricately designed weapon at her head.
Your buddy was right, get it over with. Pointing your gun at my face won't scare me, this is what I was taught to do. Show no fear in the face of death. For some reason she couldn't find her voice to tell him so, but her face was set in a stony expression. The man looked down at her with a smirk on his face that showed her that he admired her courage.
"From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck."
For a fleeting moment she was afraid that her facade would crumble, but it passed and her resolve was as strong as ever. She and the man locked eyes. Time seemed to stand still.
"Truth is... The game was rigged from the start."
