"It had been six days since I left Vault 99 in search of my Miranda. After barely surviving the altercation with the vault guards I felt drained, bone tired and thirsty, yet I still haven't found anything to eat or drink. There plenty of water around, yet an acrid stench of sulphur rises from the stagnant pool so I won't be drinking it. There are plenty of rad roaches around, maybe I could eat them. But I don't believe they would be to good for my health."
Until tommorrow,
Byron Lockhart
The wastelander packed up the worn journal he had found beside the burned skeleton," well, you won't need any food or water now," he chuckled to the skeleton. Readjusting his pack, he set out one again into the desolate wastes of outer D.C.
Two hulking supermutants primed their heavy chainguns, eyeing a group of Brotherhood soldiers crossing the rubble towards their location. "We will gets em," one grunted a laugh.
The other growled and squeezed the trigger, releasing a torrent of shells towards the soldiers. Laughing as one slow brotherhood soldier burst into a bloody red mist, the first supermutant grunted in anger," I wanted first kill," he grumbled. The second continued to pour shells onto the pinned group of soldiers.
The leader of the group chuckled as the brotherhood soldiers fled behind the cover of a destroyed car, not bothering to return fire under the hail of chaingun fire. "Keep up the fire Torgo, the rest of you charge!" the leader growled, hefting his supersledge and charging across the torn road towards the pinned soldiers.
The four other Brotherhood of Steel soldiers shouted to each other over the fire of the chaingun,"what the hell are we going to do," one initiate asked to the lead paladin. The paladin began to utter a command when the head of a supersledge crushed his power armor helm like a rusted can. The air grew suddenly quiet as the supermutants vaulted over the car and smash into the remaining soldiers. In seconds the group was dead, the supermutants eating some of the flesh off the corpses, whilst the others sorted through the weapons and ammunition off the corpses.
From the distance, the lone wanderer looked through the scope of his modified sniper rifle," some things never change," he grimaced as he watched the short battle. Sighting the lead mutant with the supersledge, he pulled the trigger as the bead of the scope stopped dead center of it's ugly forehead. It's puss yelloy head exploding into red matter and putrid skin fragments. The remaining mutants looked around shouting, searching for the shooter, but he just grinned, over a mile away they would never find him.
The chaingun mutant peppered the surroundings with shells in a desperate attempt to find the killer of his leader, but cursed as a round jammed in the gun. Hitting the breach with his fist to unjam the gun, cursing, he growled in pain as a 50. cal round burst through the center of his chest. His system beginning to heal the jagged hole in his chest. Followed quick was another shot, this time punching through his right eye and blowing his head apart.
The rest of the group ironically took cover behind the same car the Brotherhood soldiers hid behind when they were ambushed.
The wanderer laughed at the irony of their sudden cowardice, setting aside his sniper rifle and shouldering his Fatman. Pointing in the ruined car's general direction he let fire. The mini-nuke's tail smoke drawing a long line across the distance as it sped towards the car.
A great explosion ripped bits of flesh and shrapnel into the air, the air itself burning from the nuclear explosion. The wanderer reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one," just another day," he said with a smile as he took a long draw off of it while fishing out the journal he found by the skeleton to further read the bastard's journey into the Wasteland.