Hello readers! Welcome to a story that I've been working on for a while, which I hope you will all enjoy. This is an updated version of the first chapter. Firstly, I want to apologize for this chapter being so short, on account of it really just being an introduction to the story. Now, sit back, relax, and eat some nutella, because you're in for a treat! Happy reading!
The sound of a glass bottle shattering had stirred me from my slumber. My curiosity, having bested me, led me downstairs. As I neared the living room I could hear grunting, and the thud of a heavy object being thrown against a wall. I entered the living room, only to see my father, wielding Fisto! locked in combat with several muscular raiders, most likely dispatched by the EAF. The Lone Wanderer grabbed a coffee mug from a nearby table, and smashed it over the head of one man. Shards were impaled into his face, leaving trails of dark, crimson blood running down his face. A raider grabbed my father from behind, as another proceeded to swing a heavy lead pipe at his head. The Lone Wanderer gave the raider behind him a quick jab with his elbow, causing the man to release him. He then ducked under the lead pipe, and quickly uppercutted the man, decapitating him, sending his head flying to the opposite wall. I attempted to jump into the fight, impaling a raider in the shoulder with my emergency switchblade, "Butch's Toothpick" of which I always kept on my person. The man turned around and grabbed me by the throat, then proceeding to hit me several times with a police baton. I blacked out, and when I woke up, my father, and all of the raiders were gone.
I am Cyrus. Son of "The Lone Wander". This is the beginning of the new legacy. My father had saved the wastes. Or so we thought. Things quickly began to fall apart. The Water Purifier was under constant siege, despite protection from the BoS, the Rivet City Militia, and even volunteers from surrounding settlements, nobody was prepared for the might of the newly formed Eastern Assault Force.
This was a group consisting of all of the worst people in the Capital Wasteland. The Raiders became slavers, doubling their numbers, and then the slavers joined what remained of the Enclave, tripling their numbers. They had even captured hundreds of beasts to aid in their cause, ranging from lowly bloatflys, all the way up to hulking behemoths. My father was the best chance at our survival, but with the way things are going, the EAF could easily crush us. I am the last hope. I represent all that is good in the wastes. I WILL find my father. And we WILL win this war.
I hope everybody enjoyed reading that. The first time I wrote this chapter, I admit, it was a little shoddy. Okay, it sucked. Now, I've given it a little update, trying to put a bit more details into the story so you guys and gals, my oh so very wonderful readers, will proceed on to other chapters. I promise guys, it gets better! The fourth chapter is going to be out soon, but between that, and another story I'm working on, as well as school and work, i'm thinking the release date will be around next Tuesday, Wednesday at the latest. Thanks for reading!