Somewhere, there is someone traversing the wastes. Wounded and tired, the person walked under the hot wasteland sun limping. Sweat ran down his head mixing with the person's still fresh blood. The person was a young male who had naturally tanned skin and stood at 6 feet. His eye's were of a golden color and his hair was an auburn color. He wore khaki combat armor that was badly damaged and was obviously no longer able to provide the protection it once young man held a submachine gun in his left, while his right hand, which was wounded, was left dangling.

"I got to reach...Megaton"he said breathing heavily, unfortunately for the poor man it was a long a distance and he himself might not even reach the city due to the severity of his wounds "Goddamn it...too tired"the way he said it sounded like an indication that he was going to pass out. Indeed,the young man fell face forwad on the baren earth of the capital wasteland, the heat along with his wounds had taken its toll.

Three hours passed and with that passage of time came along a change of scenery for our unconcious friend, who awoke in a cold fright in a worn out bed that was not his own "where the fuck I'm I?"he asked himself as he scanned his was a small scrap shack as he could tell, with a bath tub at the back of the schack and a small square table that at the shack's east side. He examined himself and realised he was no longer wearing his tattered combat armor and that someone bandage up his wounds while the were easily treated with stimpacks, his gun was longer in his possesion as well "...well, this is where I say shit"

Almost half a minute later the scrap house's door opened and in came a man who looked to be in his late 50's, the passage of time had made his hair gray and some wrinkles were apparent on his face. His black shirt was covered by a brown coat which looked like It seen better days, which is more of a surprise as most of the clothing in the wasteland looked like they had seen better years. At the man's waist was a 10. mm pistol, it looked in peak condition. He held a sack in his right hand, it piqued the young mans interest but he focused on the face of the man befor him.

"I see your awake now, good, because I am damn well tired and need some sleep and sense the raiders around these parts seem to be getting more agressive. You'll serve as lookout while I get some much needed sleep" He said in a tired and rather rude voice "Oh, and in case your wondering where your submachine gun is" He tossed the sack at the young man and it landed on his waist "I had to find some parts for it since it looked alot like you when I found you"meaning he looked like shit" Take these too" He handed three clips of submachine gun ammo to the young man, which was obviously a good thing "Your gun already have a full clip which means your set for the whole night. Oh, and your combat armor is unfortunately irrepairable, which is why I had to find you some clothing, so be thankful"he said pulling out some clothes from the sack.

"Thanks, but I cant stay here. I have to reach Megaton"He said getting up and taking the clothes "Tenpenny Tower was taken over, I have to warn them"

The older man looked shocked at what he just heard "Wait, you mean that tower filled with shitty snobs got taken over? what abouts its wall and security?"he asked, he did not really sound concern about what happened to the place, granted since most of the people who live there think they're worth something.

"unfortunately they had stealth boys on them and one of them was able to sneak in when we were attempting to trade with the caravans"he said as he began wearing the clothing given to him "he took out the gaurds at the gate and left it open so his friends would come in, they started killing people left and right,I was lucky to even survive "He gave out a small, fake laugh and looked at the man with regret in his eyes "First day on the job and this happens"

"I gather you were one of the gaurds, boy?" he asked as he saw the young manwas now wearing a white short sleeved short, military patterned cargo pants with it's sleeves tucked into the army boots.

"Yes, I was one of the guys hired to protect the rich snobs"he said as he sat back on the bed again "Now I know they arent worth shit. but god damn it they were people who needed protection"he said as he got back up again "I have to spread the news, Those guys were well trained and they might attack other places as well"

"Well,you'll have to wait till morning. It is dark outside now and its certainly dangerous, while even in the day its dangerous its better to shoot something during the daylight then in the dark"he said as he took of his coat and laid it on the table

"But i have to make it to Megaton now, I..."he said but tehn was suddenly cut off by the older man.

"Please, by morning youll find Three dog has already obtained that info and will make it news of the hour on his next broadcast, everyone, especially the Brotherhood will know about this"he said looking at the young man who looked defeated by the mans arguement"Besides you owe me and I need someone to help keep lookout"

"Sure...I'll keep lookout"he sighed as he strapped the three ammo clips to his waist and held his submachine gun

"Whats your name boy? My name is Cole, Scavenger" Cole said giving a late introduction as he extended his arm for a handsshake

"John" He told him " John Luthor, Former tenpenny security guard"he accepted the he had exited the scrap house and saw a chair, next to the chair he saw a lit lantern, which would help keep watch in this dark knight, and a box. Oppening the box he found some canned food and some alcohole. He smiled a bit then sat down and thus began a long night, a night that was only the first of many other tiresome nights.