This is just a simple, short intro into my new Fallout fic, titled SPF 5000 Please feel free to comment, follow, or do what ever you want, its cool.
You're walking down the road.
That can mean several things. It could portray that you don't have a car, or that they don't exist anymore…
It could mean your destination is close, or you that you don't know where you are going…
Right now it's both.
The withering heat of the Mojave desert does not help. It doesn't it help that I'm behind 'enemy' lines. Caesar's Legion territory is not someplace you want to be, even if you do not have a bad history with them. They will always have a problem with you. The Legion may talk about the way they serve justice as being the only right way, claiming it has a stark beauty. Granted, the officers will sometimes use Latin, but they are still vicious tribal's at their core, leaving destruction in their wake. They are in no way correct, at least in my eyes.
I'm just a simple man of twenty-five. I've gone by many aliases and been on my own since I stood a foot tall. I have no siblings. I have no wife, no kids. I have no destination…