Where is the rule that say that my life has to suck? I just recently woke up on a bed with a old man sitting on a chair next to it. As if only wearing my under-where and t-shirt wasnt creepy enough. "well look at that. You're awake. How ya feeling?" of course I couldn't talk at the time because my mouth felt like it was just stitched back on." I had to go through you're head to get all the pieces of lead out of you're head." he handed me this screen that looks like a old touch screen."Just check to see if I messed up something."
same old blue eyes, same old brown hair, same old white skin. Strange to think he messed anything wrong."Glad I didn't screw anything up. Now come on" he tries to pick me up onto my feet. It takes a few tries( and a few tears) but I finally get up and about. Mouth still not working, I walk over to this weird pinball machine thing and wait for him to say something." good! Now then, why don't we take a look at the vigor-tester to see if you're still ok." all of a sudden the thing comes to life and lights up. It tests my s.p.e.c.i.a.l or whatever it is. Five Minuets later I finish staring at the screen." well... a standard score but,seeing as you almost died that's a good score."
"go ahead and sit on that couch so we can start the test like part." at-least, that's what it sounded like. This is when my mouth decides its a good time to start moving. Lets just say, I didn't talk that much. I never really much of a talker unless it was important"now then, lets take a look at you're medical history. Not like I expect a long line of you're family getting shot in the head." at that time I didn't know what he was talking about. However, after the medical history thing he explained it all. Apparently I had taken a courier job(which explains why that was all I could remember for my name) for a poker chip made of platinum. I had been ambushed by some raiders or something and was shot in the head. And some robot named victor dug me out of the grave they were nice enough to kill me, put me in, then bury. Once again. Where is it written that my life has to suck?
After all that,he finnaly give me my stuff back and more. he gave me my pistol, my ammo, a vault 21 jumpsuit, a pipboy 3000,and thats about it. now then, i guess youll be off. be sure to talk to victor when you can. also, be sure to speak to sunny smiles." i nod to speed things up and rush out the door. lets just say that was not a good idea. when i was outside i was blinded by the sun. and i was in the shade... i hate light in my eyes. anyways, i start looking all over good springs and finnaly find this sunny smiles person.
did you like it? this was my first fan its gonna get even better later. see ya next chapter!