My Way
Another feral ghoul comes at me from my right. I take him out the same way I took out the first, a shot to the face with my .44. I'm almost out of ammunition, I know, but I never was the type to swing at them, never could hit them the first time. Ten bullets left, and about two dozen ghouls left by the looks of things. I'm thinking this is my last hoorah; sure, some of the damn ferals might have a bullet or two on them, but the time it takes to search them is time for the live ones to gnaw my face off, and the only other weapon I have besides my trusty pistol is a shitty police baton that'll get maybe two hits before it snaps.
I might as well look on the bright side though; chances are I've bought Leo and that raider girl some time to get out of this God-forsaken metro tunnel, and even if the ghouls catch up with them, the challenge will have been considerably lessened, and that's more than most idiots can say they've done with their lives. Saving a pacifist super mutant and a blood thirsty marauding woman of the wastes; there's a much worse excuse than that to die for.
Anyways, I shoot the feral to my right in the face and he goes down, just like any feral does if he's not a nice fluorescent green. Three more of the poor bastards come at me from straight ahead. I get the first two in the head, but my aim goes a little low on the third and the shot goes straight to his gut. Lucky for me he goes down right at my feet, and I take the opportunity to stomp his head in. Steel-toed boots can do a man wonders in the right situation, and this happens to be one of them. Two of the ferals, seeing me in my distracted stomping state, decide to jump on my back. Luckily, this being a subway tunnel, there's a wall right to my left, so I head there back first and smash them into the wall. It's not enough to keep them down, so get them both with the gun. That leaves one man, five bullets, and nineteen hungry ghouls. Four of said hungry ghouls come straight at me, and I manage to get them all first time, no stomping necessary. So, that leaves one bullet and fifteen ghouls. I decide that the best idea at this point is to run in the opposite direction of the pacifist mutant and the violent raider girl, shouting all the way. I figure the farther away from them the ferals are, the better. I keep running until I reach a dead end locked door and fire off my last shot. It manages to connect with the lead ghoul, which gives me enough time to pull out my baton. I manage to bash in two feral skulls with it before it snaps. It actually lasts three hits, not two, but that still leaves me with thirteen ghouls. It's an unlucky number sure, but I was going to go down anyways. This might sound like something Leo would say, but I'm going to say it anyways; I'm glad that I'm going out this way, because I'm dying for something I believe in, and I'm going out on my terms. There's better ways of going, sure, but I could've done a lot worse too.