Fallout 3
Prologue
POV the Lone Wolf
Here I sit under the stars smoking a cig and wondering how I could possible help The Lone Wander. I mean I only briefly met her father when he came into megaton before heading into the vault. So almost 20 years of time to wait should give me time to think about it and I can use this time to train and explore the wastes. In those 20 years I could probably does some of the things that she does after leaving the vault but if I did what kind of repercussions would there be when she does come out of the vault. So I believe that it is best that I just leave the important things for her. There will always be raiders, slavers, and Super Mutants so why not make a living hunting them.
As for my looks I am 6 ft. 200 pounds (I would assume mostly muscle as all the walking, running and heavy lifting that one might do out in the waste). I wear the desert ranger armor and trench coat without the helmet with a 357 Magnum in the holster (think Lucky from New Vegas but a black grip) and a Scoped Hunting Rifle. There is a closed up house in Springvale identical to the one silver lives in that will be my base of operations and home. Throughout the years of wandering the wastes and hunting slavers, raiders and Super Mutants I have become somewhat of legend among the people and a villain to the scumbags. Most notably The Brotherhood of Steel doesn't treat me like wasteland trash but whatever.
As this is my first story and my grammar and writing skills are crap any and all reviews and comment and even corrections are appreciated. Also will explain more about how and why I am in fallout next chapter.