Alone No Longer
I don't own Fallout New Vegas, any of its characters or Willow.
Gravel crunched beneath my feat as I walked down the long since abandoned road out of Primm, I was glad to be leaving the wretched place.
Being back on the road gave me a kind of safe feeling though I knew I was far from safe.
The Mojave Wasteland is a dangerous place almost everything is out to either kill you or rob you, that's why most people carry guns or whatever they can use as a weapon.
I am no exception since the day Doc Mitchell fixed me up and sent me on my way I have kept an old hunting rifle complete with a scope, I have grown to calling her Constance, she has saved my ass a few times.
Something in the distance caught my eye, I squinted to get a better look brushing my black hair out of my left eye, I could make out four figures walking my way.
I pulled my binoculars from my bag and looked down the road the the group.
"Fuck, Powder Gangers" I swore under my breath while ducking behind a rock.
I pulled the gun from the sling on my back and placed the barrel on the rock in front of me, I lined up the man in front with the scoped, stilled my breath and fired.
Hey all, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first story, please leave any comments/advice you like just don't be to harsh, thanks guys.
