Chapter 1: "Maybe he's dead"
"Maybe he's dead"
"He's not dead, hit him in the leg with a sledge that will wake him up"
An exploding pain shot through my leg waking me up in a jolt.
"See like I said not dead just sleeping"
"Good Motor-Runner doesn't like dead slaves, makes him want to cut things."
"As long as it's not me I don't care."
"Who's Motor-Runner, who are you people, where am I." I ask weakly.
"Oh look it speaks, if you must know you are at the holding house for slaves captured by the Vipers"
"Who in the hell are the Vipers?" I ask.
"Why do they always ask that, Melissa why do they always ask that"
A young woman maybe in her late twenties who must be Melissa answers, "The Vipers are one of the toughest gangs in the Mojave Wasteland."
"The Mojave Wasteland?" I asked having never heard of the place..
"Where are you from a Vault" asked Melissa who was probably the leader of the three.
"No I'm from Florida," I stated.
"Where in the hell is Florida."
"On the East Coast of the United States."
"Interesting, James stay in here and guard this one me and Fred are going to check on the other two prisoners."
"Whatever, he's got a broke leg he won't be going anywhere."
My mind was racing; where am I, and more importantly how do I escape. Ok, I think find something to knock this one out with, but what. A broom? No. A bucket? Hell no. A metal cane? Yes, plus I can use it to help me walk. I gripped the cane and limped towards James. I raised the cane and brought it down hard knocking him out.
Ok keys, keys where are the keys. Found them, now to unlock the door.
I pushed the door open fully expecting to find the other two right outside the door. I looked down the hall and saw no one. I crept towards the door, my leg still feeling like it was run over by a truck when I heard a voice behind me "Who in the hell are you." I wheeled around and saw two extremely familiar faces.
"Sean and Ryan why the fuck are you guys here." I exclaimed. "We don't know we just woke up in a cell and these two creepy people came in and we managed to knock them out and lock them in the cell." Ryan told me. "What's with the cane?" "I used it to knock my guard out, but they broke my leg so I'm using it to help me walk." I answered. "Oh sorry man that sucks." "Anyways we should try to find a town to stock up on supplies and get my leg checked." I said wanting to change the subject.
"Okay let's hit the road." I said not knowing just how long our journey together would be or how much it would change the wasteland we found our selves in.
A/N: So what do you think, this is my first story so don't flame me. If you like it review, favorite it if you really like it.