It was hard to tell if it was morning or afternoon, all that was known was that it was some time in the day. The sky was a cloudy orange with dark clouds moving around. The air was thick with smog and fumes, so much that it was hard to breath and could make a small child go blind.

Around a large, broken city, a large river flowed across, water that let off it's own fumes, deadly filled with radiation to kill in a split second. An old bridge hung over such a river, but it's inside the city itself that the true Hell lies.

Catwalks are raised high above the ground, where Raiders stand or walk about, keeping guns and ammo at the ready. Down on the ground are other Raiders, but also people who strangely have not been killed and eaten, though most likely wished they were dead.

These people were dressed in old rags. A old worn rag that looked like a skirt, plus leather straps that went over the torso in an Y fashion and go around the stomach with two metal rings holding it in place. Women had a rag around their breasts like a very short shirt or bra, it's which ever.

These people were slaves, they were ether captured by these Raiders or sold here by another party. Some worked out in the Mill or out in Downtown. Ether way, they were constantly watched, no one dared make a wrong move, for it meant not instant death, but a slow torture before it. Plus they also feared being thrown into a place known as the Steelyard.

In the Downtown, a few slaves worked in ditches and around a statue. The Statue looked to be of a man being pulled down by chains, a Raider's art no doubt.

The Raiders stood by, watching the slaves dig in the ditches or work on the statue. "Hurry it up, slaves, or else you'll go without dinner tonight." mocked a Raider. "Ya, I can hear a few stomachs growling, but remember, you don't work, you don't eat." laughed a second.

The slaves continued to work, however, a wrench flew through the air, smashing the first Raider in the head and knocking him out. "Hey, who threw that!" snapped Raider 2. No slave reacted, they only continued to work. The Raider was pissed and crouched down to his fallen friend.

"Hey, get up Ted." said Raider 2. No reaction, except for a tinkle of blood from a large gash on his head. The Raider sighed and grabbed his friend, slowly dragging him away. He spoke to another Raider, no doubt asking him to watch the slaves.

As the coast was temporarily cleared, one of the slaves looked up. "That was funny, but seriously, do you want to be tortured?" asked the slave. The slave next to him rose, cracking his neck a bit. "Serves the bastards right, besides, I can do a lot worse than a flying wrench." sighed the second slave.

This slave has black hair with tan skin with a green hue, mismatched eyes of black and red, and sharp teeth. He looked towards the retreating Raiders, growling.

"These asses think they can me in here, I'll bust out before they know it, no one fucking keeps Murdoc Niccals locked up." spat the slave. "They've been doing a pretty decent job at it, it's been, what, a week?" asked the slave. "Nah two, and don't fucking rub it in." snapped Murdoc.

He reached down to grab a hidden wrench, twirling it about. "I've got to get out of this shit hole." sighed Murdoc. "For that guy you told me about, 2D?" asked the slave.

Murdoc sighed as he thought of his lover. The last he saw of him was when he pushed him down that hill and into a bush. Murdoc knew he was safe, and was happy about it. But he couldn't let go how scared 2D was when he told him good-bye.

'Plus how did he take my absence?' thought Murdoc.

"If he's anything like you said, he's mostly likely looking for you." said the slave. "He better not, he's not safe here." said Murdoc. "He's not safe anywhere from the sound of things." said the slave. Murdoc just shook his head.

"He'll never survive the Pitt." said Murdoc. "Of course not, this place really is the pits." snickered the man. Murdoc glared at him and snapped his fingers.

At that, a black shape zoomed by, attacking the man, leaving a bleeding scratch on his face. "What the fuck?!" asked the man. "That was horrible and you know it." hissed Murdoc.

The guy sighed and looked over towards the Raiders. "They're coming back now." said the man. the two sighed and returned to work. As he worked, Murdoc looked towards the bridge.

'2D, I don't know what's going on with you right now, but please, don't come here, sweet Satan just stay in the Wasteland where you're safer, I'll find a way back to you, I promise.' thought Murdoc.

A/N: Here it is, the prologue to part 3 of the Fallout: Gorillaz series. We know know what's been going on with Murdoc, he's been having a shitty time. But at least he's alive, right? Anyway, what'll happen next? Stay tuned and Plz review.

ATTENTION!

Just to let you know, when we get to parts about the Pitt, some of it won't all relate to the game, that's mostly me putting in what I wish could have happened in the game. So, when we get to the Pitt part, it'll be less canon, more fanning on my part. So when you see these, please keep them to yourself, that's all I ask, oh and to also enjoy. Again, any negative comments for those parts, PLEASE KEEP THEM TO YOURSELF. Thank you

~ YaoiGoddess22