Neon Alternate Shift

by Jonathan Drakel

years have passed after Neo's family has died, but when a mysterious woman ordered him to go to the city of lights He had found himself compelled to make the journey. there he meets the courier and the choices they make change the face of the mojave forever. can the pair survive the fallout and end the war, or will they die trying.

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

The wind sent dust into the atmosphere as the dark figure walked out into the wasteland, causing him to shield his face from the biting winds. He walked like this for several hundred yards until he came to a shrine of a sorts. It was a memorial to his long lost sister who was raped and killed by a group of raiders which he had exterminated some few years back. They had him tied up while they did it in front of him to see the extent of his rage. He had told her it was going to be okay until the day they tried to escape into the wastelands only to see her shot and killed in front of him. She was the world to him because she was the only person left that actually cared for him.

When she died he had carried her several miles till they were far from the raiders, only to see the wounds she received were lethal. Now he lived in the town of Megaton a town that was built around an inactive atomic bomb. It took years for him to regain his senses since that day. His abilities to control himself were all but gone in the wind. As of the last few days he has been on guard duty for a caravan that was headed to the Galaxy News Radio building in the center of the city. Three-dog was like a father to him and he would commonly bring new music to be played on the radio that he managed to salvage from the debris that blanketed the capital wasteland.

"Hello there capital wasteland this is three-dog, awhooo. Your friendly neighborhood disc jockey. What's a disc, hell if I know but I'm a keep talking' anyway," the radio cried.

The man sighed as the radio host continued to talk about the current state of the wasteland. This world was sent to oblivion and back in an even worse state than it was before, during the Great War. Now the man was happy to be home and in his own bed for a change.

But outside stood a shadowy figure that waited outside the door to the man's house. It remained silent till a crack of gun fire began to distill in the distance. Just as quickly as it appeared it vanished.

The next day the man awoke with something holding him down. He lived alone for the past five years and never let anything into his home. When he removed the covers it was a young woman, about the age his sister would be now.