Fallout, fan story I guess.
The hot sun beat down on Arty's neck, his feet, burnt by the hot desert ground, weakened by hunger and thirst he felt like he couldn't press on anymore… until he was yanked along by the slaver that was escorting him "Come on you, you want your sorry ass wants to live to see tomorrow we have to make it to Toppenish!"
"Ah come on rick… I'm not going to live regardless if I don't get any water or food in me." Arty retorted as he picked himself up and kept moving. "That's not my problem now is it? Hurry the hell up before I have beat your ass to a bloody pulp!" Boy what a shit situation to be in, not even three day it's been since Arty left the safety of his bunker to find more food and water and he gets caught by a slaver. Well, he could be doing worse after all.
Hours later, Arty and the slaver Rick come across an old gas station, worn down, but good enough a place to stay for tonight. "Alright then kid, I'm feeling pretty tired too, so we'll stay here for tonight." And they broke into the gas and go, camping supplies and other garbage littered the place, not much we salvaged but they got some food at least.
Arty was allowed to move freely for the time being, under the circumstance that he stayed in sight and kept his hands where Rick can see them. Arty looked around the gas mart, looking through all the shelves, hoping to find more food or water than the slaver gave him. He was even hoping to find a weapon, and kept an eye out for any way to escape.
He looked behind the counter to discover…a vault dweller? Dead, obviously, his corpse seemed like he was only dead for a few days, large claw marks drawn on his back suggested that whatever killed him was pretty damn big, and if the corpse is still fresh, whatever killed the poor soul must be nearby as well. He inspected his body for anything useful, luckily the Slaver was too distracted to mind any to Arty, and he came across some cram, and a knife. The knife and cram was all he needed to make a getaway, concealed the knife in his pocket and quickly and quietly ate the cram to regain some strength. He inspected the body once more and found out that the Pip Boy on his wrist looked like it was still functional; something like this is very useful in the wastes, a computer, and a guide and in the worst case, something to sell for caps.
Arty was about to reach for it until a familiar hand pulled him away "Well, well, well, look at this, a Pip Boy 3000, good job on finding it kid, looks like I got myself some jewelry." Rick, being distracted by the Pip Boy, Arty saw a chance to strike, he pulled the knife from his pocket, but being the clumsy one he is, dropped it to the floor, exposing him of his plan. Rick pulled his 9mm on Arty and aimed right for his head. "So, you were going to try and pull a sneak attack on me with this weak ass pocket knife? I never took you for a back stabber kid." And chuckled at his own little pun, Arty took this as a time to attack, so he lunged at Rick and knocked the gun from his hand. He then delivered a swift punch to his nose and shoved him over the store counter. Arty picked up the gun and was about to finish off Rick, but he was too fast, he hit Arty over the head with a lead pipe and knocked him down.
Rick held Arty down with his boot, gun aimed at his head, and full of anger he said "Ya know, normally I'd splatter your brain all over the fucking place. But I need the caps, so I think I'll let you live on this one." And with those final words, Rick hit Arty over the head with the pipe again, knocking him unconscious. The Slaver tied him up and laid Arty in the center of the room,"Geez Louise, I'm going to need a cigg after that one." The bothered Slaver stepped outside the gas station, certain that Arty wouldn't be going anywhere and lit himself a cigarette, he began fumbling around with the Pip-Boy Arty picked up and put it around his wrist "Eh, if this thing is worth more than the kid, I can kill him right now for that stunt he pulled-"and during the Slaver's self-dialogue, he heard the worst possible noise in the Valley. A Yao Gui's growl; in the other parts of America Yao Gui aren't that big of a threat, but in the Northwest, the bears here are huge on their own. The addition of radiation mutation only added more to their deadliness.
The slaver turned to his right, fully aware of the beasts presence, with panic filling his mind, he pulled out his 9mm, but it was too late, one swift and deadly swipe from the bears paw sent the poor soul to the floor, leaving him stunned, giving the Yao Gui enough time to finish the slaver off. Clawing and biting at him, in a mass of blood, guts and screaming… Meanwhile, Arty awakens to the sound of screaming, the sound of flesh and he knew what was happening, only muttering a "Crap" knowing damn well that this was going to be an even longer night.