Fallout Fox

by Squeaks Mew Mew

Set in a universe similar to that of the fallout. A Fox, named Rikkun, is made to walk into a partially irradiated city, filled with strange creatures, after he is abandoned by an underground colony and pushed in by a sandstorm. He is graced by a light in the dark, or more of a darkness to the blinding light.

1. Prologue

Prologue

It was dark, all you could see were cement sidewalks on either sides of a tunnel. And between was a grated catwalk, suspended above a foul-smelling, waste-infested liquid that flows to the city water treatment centre, or what remains of it. The city above had been hit by dozens of bombs had been dropped on the surface, decimating the city and forcing everyone underground. People were driven even further down after a virus hit the bunkers, with a high mortality and infectivity rate, pushed everyone about 30Ft underground. This came with difficulties, such as a severe dehydration and a famine that lasted years until the higher levels of the bunker cleared up and food could be retrieved again.

A small group among the surviving were banished to the surface after the famine, those without a family were taken away from their small dugouts and thrown into the irradiated sands with the wasteland. None of the people knew who each other were, they weren't even conscious. They had just been carried out and left to die. The harsh sun and the mild radiation killed a few of them before they even had a chance to become conscious. Others were swallowed by the sand, suffocated by it, and others were waist-deep in the sand, sweaty and ill.

Those who managed to wake find themselves at the edge of the city, some had seen the tall buildings before, but most hadn't. And all of them, knowing or not, had some sense to get as far away from the city, and resulting, the irradiated area. All of those who did, met their demise to one of, or all of, starvation, dehydration, radiation poisoning, or death by animal attack.

Only one of the group had not woken by the time night had fell, a single anthropomorphic Fox who had been born after the bombs had dropped. Who's mother died to an unnamed disease, and father, who too, was thrown out. The Fox opened his eyes suddenly and sat up, struggling to pull himself out of a sandy grave, only to look around and see a barren wasteland before him, and all around him. The only thing he noticed were the tall buildings before him. All of them were ruined, but they looked to be in the process of being rebuilt somehow.

The life had a strange compulsion to approach, but his brain knew otherwise. His mind started to work, and the first thing it had thought was to get as far away from this place as possible. He started to walk, or more accurately, scramble his way up a dune of sand, only to be met by more and more wasteland. Only now did the sudden veil of helplessness hit him, he is alone in this dust bowl. He is destined to die alone. A while of these thoughts flew through him, before he saw something that caught his attention immediately. A sandstorm.