A/N: This is my second attempt at my first fan fic, so expect terrible writing.

Dom slashed at the air, just awaking from a nightmare. He breathed heavily, feeling as though he had spent a great deal of time running. Wiping the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead, he looked at his surroundings. His shelter for that night consisted of a rusting Pre-War semi. Rigged holes signaling where disrepair and the harsh enviroment were taking their toll.

He stood up, standing on the mattress that provided comfort for the night. It was stained with blood, no doubt belonging to a previous traveler. Despite this morbid fact, it was a more welcoming choice than the cold metal.

In the corner lay Dom's equipment. His hunting rifle, 10mm pistol, hat, and sunglasses were put out of sight but close enough to find in case he needed to leave in a hurry. With his 10mm in his holster, rifle on his back, and now wearing his hat and glasses, he stepped out.

In the distance he could see the remnants of a church. Either belonging to a group of raiders or Super Mutants. Looking left, he saw the road he had traveled on for five days. As Dom stared at the long road, he began to recall the nightmare that plauged him the previous night.

There was a sudden explosion outside his meager home, followed by the gutted screams of those caught by it. Dom arose, still half dazed from sleeping. As he looked out the window, his wife called to him.

"What is it?" She asked, looking under their bed for her pistol.

People were franticaly running. As Dom watched, a cluster of people were blasted away by the explosion of a grenade. Stepping back from the window and closer to the bed, he grabbed his rifle.

"Grab what you can, we're leaving, now!" He hurriedly put on his Merc Grunt clothing. As he put on his last boot, his wife pulled from the bed a 10mm pistol, and put on a pair of sunglasses that sat on the table beside her.

Before they could leave the room, the windowed wall suddenly exploded in a mass of debris, sending Dom through the air. Landing in the the bathroom, he slumped awkwardly over the toilet. Coming to, he beckoned to his wife, rising from his hunched posistion.

"Sarah, are you hurt?" Hearing no answer, he called for her again.

"Sarah, are you okay?" Fear overwhelming him, Dom slowly walked back into their room, ignoring the horrific scene that was now fully visible without the wall. "Sarah?" He whispered. In the corner laid his dear Sarah, buried under rubble with only her head visible. Eyes forever staring at the carnage that unfolded outside.

Coming back to reality, he took off his sunglasses which were already becoming grimy from the wasteland air. Rubbing each lens with his finger, Dom couldn't help but to think of her. Brown hair that went just past her shoulders, eyes of the same color that he could stare into for days on end. When she smiled, it seemed the whole world would stop to see. Sarah was his life, making him feel as though the savage world they lived in was not as horrid as it seemed. Holding her at night gave him enough strength to make it through the next day, though he would stop in occcasionaly during the day to gather more strength.

With the sun peaking over the horizon, Dom put the now cleaned glasses over his eyes, and set off. After two hours of uneventful walking, he could see buildings in the distance. Relieved, he increased his pace to a jog. As he drew closer, Dom could see that the buildings formed into a small city block. While all were in mediocre condition, they looked as though they could still harbor life inside their brick and steel walls.

Just off the road, Dom saw that one building was just outside the contangent of the others. It was surrounded by a ten foot fence, with a handfull of trucks just inside the gate. Upon closer inspection, Dom could see the trucks were painted green with a white star on each door. Unbeknowist to him, these were infrantry vehicles before the Great War, taking supplies and men to where ever they were needed. The building itself looked to be in much better condition than the others, though from his view it looked to be built mostly from steel. Feeling as though he was being watched, he walked on into the city block.

As he made his way through the block, Dom could tell there was something wrong with this place. Buildings were boarded up, allowing no one passage inside. To his left, what looked to be an apartment was stained with unintelligible writing, though his mind pondered what each message said. As he read each one, trying to figure out what they said, Dom caught a wiff of a vulger odor. He looked ahead, eyes locked onto a lightpole.

Hanging from it was a decomposing corpse, only having one leg, emptiness took the place of the other. Working his eyes up, Dom saw that the forearms were cut clean off, which might have been a torture precedure. The head was nowhere to be seen, a rusty meat hook rammed inside, poking through the chest. Knowing this to be the hany work of raiders, Dom pulled out his rifle and crashed behind the cover of a car.

As he looked for any signs of movement, Dom saw that the road split into four lanes. Looking left, he saw a concrete stairway, cutting one way then back the other. Straight ahead, the road was blocked by wooden barricades, only a small space left big enough for one man to get through. Dom quickly rejected going straight forward, thinking it to be a trap. To his right, the road led to nowhere, it being swallowed by the wasteland. The last route being the one that had brought him here. Looking over his options, he looked at the stairway again. Seeing it as the only way forward, Dom reasoned it could take him around the raiders main hub. He silently made his way to it, watching for any signs of movement.

He was now at the bottom of the steps, careful not to make a sound as he worked his way up. Once making it to the top, Dom saw it lead to an alleyway. Thinking it would lead him away from danger, he began to go through. At the end of it, Dom saw a crumbling building, a doorway leading back to the road. With no danger in sight, he increased his pace to slight jog. Within twenty yards of the building, a figure popped out of the top floor, causing Dom to go stiff. The silhouete turned his way, and before it could scream, a bullet was put between its eyes. Dom pulled the bolt back, emptying the spent shell. As he push the bolt forward, he could here the taunting of raiders in the distance.

Making a dash to the building, Dom could hear the sounds of the raiders grow louder. As he drew closer to the building, the alleyway opened up to the right, revealing there to be several raiders armed with automatic rifles. They opened fire, Dom making it inside before he could be hit. Running through the building, Dom made it to the other side, feet hitting the concrete road. Glancing right, he saw a raider armed with a bazooka, aiming right at him. Dom quickly moved, but the raider fired his projectile, hitting where Dom origionally stood. Being sent through the air, Dom's last thought before going unconcious was of his departed Sarah.

A/N: Thank you for reading, and if you would please leave a review I would greatly appreciate it. Constructive criticism is always good, as it can only help. I'm not sure when the second chapter will be up, so keep your eyes peeled.