War in the Fiore wasteland
Chapter 1- You ain't dead yet boy!
War. War never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.
In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in Vault 101. For on the fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die. Because, in Vault 101: no one ever enters and no one ever leaves.
Or so they thought.
But one day man escapes form vault 101 and embarked on a journey to find his father and complete his latest work: Project purity. But with the desire for free clean water for the soul society wasteland, came with a terrible cost. The Lone wanderer sacrificed his own life by going into the heavily radiated chamber at the Jefferson memorial. All who saw this sacrifice assumed he was dead.
But…for some unknown reason, he survived and escape the memorial and looked over the wasteland with the fresh water that his mother, father, Dr. Li and many others gave up their lives for and was happy.
Satisfied, the lone wanderer moved to the Mojave wasteland in Vegas and became a courier for the courier express in Primm and was set to deliver an expensive package to a man named Mr. House.
But was intercepted by a man and a bunch of thugs who wanted that same chip, but for different reasons.
"I don't know why we have to do this Bora. Why can't we just kill him and leave him for the boatflies?" a man asked him wearing a leather jacket with the words "Eisenwald" on the back, blue jeans and a red bandana on his forehead.
"Because Unlike you brutes, I want to do this honorably." He replied. Bora was wearing a blue checkered suit holding a silver chromed 9mm handgun. He drops and crushes a cigarette points the gun at the lone wanderer.
"Hey there boy, from where you're kneeling, it must seem like an 18-carat string of bad luck. But the truth is... the game was rigged from the start." He said before he pulled the trigger and shoots the courier in the head.
Courier's PoV
I can't believe that this happened to me, none of the jobs that I've done concluded with me getting shot and left for dead in a ditch somewhere. Well since in talking, I might as well tell you who I am. I was once known as the Lone Wanderer, but since moving to the Mojave I'm known as the courier (A/N: I'll have his real named revealed in the next chapter) I worked for Jonathan Nash at the courier express located in Primm. It was a simple job, get the package, deliver it, come back and get paid. But it looks like I ended up taking a job that paid me with me getting a bullet in the head and in a grave. All I can do is just hope I get to see my mother and father in the next life.
Narrator's PoV
Minutes later, a sentry bot rolls around on a stroll and stops where the courier was buried.
"Hmmmm…it seems that he got himself into trouble, let's hope he didn't do a number on you pardner." Said the sentry bot as he started digging him out
It looked like the courier wasn't going to cash in with the grim reaper.
TO BE CONTIUED.
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