Underneath the guise
The ruins were eerily still, the silence almost deafening. Then, it was broken. The sounds of footsteps, then a roar. A yell followed soon after, and this made Alex curious. Clutching his hunting rifle in his hands, he slowly peered around the corner. The very sight that awaited him chilled his blood. A figure, very large and muscular, a super mutant standing over what appeared to be a human. The human held something in his right hand, pointing it at the mutant.
"What the fuck does he think he's doing?" Alex thought as he realized the situation; the man was holding a 10mm pistol. Shots rang out across the ruins of DC as the pinned human desperately tried to save himself. The shots didn't affect the mutant much, agitating him more than damaging him. As he swung his super sledgehammer diagonally down, knocking the gun from the human's hands, and driving their hand into the ground. The man yelled in pain as the mutant then brought the sledgehammer back up above his head to deliver a killing blow. At the last possible second, the man rolled over onto his stomach, as the sledgehammer slammed into the ground where his head had been, leaving a rather heavy imprint in the ground. The man went to pull himself up, but received a kick to the sternum, which did a large amount of damage. The mutant once again raised the sledgehammer, roaring incoherent words.
Alex, who had been watching the scene, interested, decided it was time to take action as the man dodged the mutant's first strike. Alex brought his rifle up to eye level, and aimed down the sights at the super mutant's head. He pulled the bolt on the rifle back, and held his breath as he hoped for an instantaneous death shot. His heart beating in his ears, he pulled the trigger of the gun with unnecessary force, and a resounding crack was heard throughout the nearby area. The mutant, who was three quarters of the way through lifting the hammer up was stunned by the shot. He let go of his hammer, but the momentum built up caused the sledgehammer to smash into his face, knocking him clean out cold. The victim crawled his way towards his 10mm pistol, and reached out to grab it.
Alex's foot appeared and kicked the gun away, sending it skating across the concrete. Before the victim knew it, he had been flipped over onto his back with a rifle pointed directly between his eyes, centimetres from his face. "Who the fuck are you?" Alex asked in his deep, gravelly voice.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, the next one will be explaining who the man attacked is, and how he came to be in the middle of D.C ruins with only a pistol for protection. Please review, constructive criticism please, thanks.