I quickly started pulling out drawers, when I didn't find what I was looking for I grunted in frustration and threw out the small rectangular boxes. At one point I was moving so fast I forgot to fully pull out an old, scratched out drawer and when I started across the room to look at the last hope of finding what I desperately needed, my thigh connected to the pointy edge of the drawer with a clatter. I couldn't help it, the pain started shooting up my leg like a rocket and I started cussing out slangs I heard people say in megaton.

"Two headed Brahmin mother" I howled.

I started rubbing my leg and the pain slowly ebbed away. I rushed over to the worn down boxes, I felt like this was the jack pot, so I slowly pulled out the top drawer. My forehead starting breaking out in a sweat, I quickly got rid of it with a swipe from my grubby hand. I finally pulled the drawer out where I could see light pour onto the item I had spent the last hour searching for in this run down house. I pulled out the multicolored striped underwear it was boxer style, it had so many colors my eyes couldn't stay in one place. I've seen a lot of underwear, ones with hearts, fat guys wearing green pants, brown loafers, and a white collared shirt but, these ones were somehow different I instantly made these my favorite pair and started rushing to switch them out with my old ones.

I realized a long time ago I had it pampered in that small vault. I would have never thought I would miss fresh underwear. But boxers were on my top 5 list of things I missed having. Fresh water to drink was first, and then showers, after that was underwear, followed by brushing teeth and lastly real food. I did however, when I had extra purified water either cleaned my underwear or brushed my teeth if I scavenged for tooth paste, making me probably the cleanest person in the wasteland. This wasn't saying much.

When I at last finished the switch I tucked my old ones in my dirt caked bag on my back. Right after that Dogmeat lobbed into the room. The large, black mongrel started whimpering and pawing the floor, a sign I learned to mean that he was starving and that if I didn't feed him he would be the first dog to eat me. So I made my way into the kitchen that was falling apart. I opened the broken down refrigerator and started scrimmaging through its content, which again, wasn't much. I found a small can that looked like it was blue at one point. The label was so worn out I couldn't read it. "Oh well" I thought "I'm not the one that's going to either being throwing up or having to stay in the bushes for an hour" and with that I opened the can with my switch blade and let the chunky insides of the can fall out. It looked like someone ate a Brahmin steak and then got punched in the gut and starting blowing these chunks out but, I quickly got rid of that image as the pooch licked up the last bits and came over to lick my hands in gratitude.

DM and I started heading out right after that excursion, ready to get back to Megaton and get a much deserved rest. The desert was fairly quiet and the heat was only a little intolerable, it seems like today was one of the few good ones. My hopes of actually keeping my happy disposition quickly vanished as 5 raiders came out to attack me. I sighed and shook my head, not only did they start running at me with melee weapons, screaming their heads off. The raiders psychotic screaming gave me a heads up that they wanted to cut my throat and probably eat me. With those stupid mistakes it was easy enough to; in one movement I pulled out my bolt action rifle and shot down 3 of the weird green headed cannibals. The other 2 were close enough for me to pull out my switch blade. The first one was a broad Asian man who looked like he was taking steroids. He made a stupid assumption that bigger is better and used all is strength to lung a knife at my stomach. True, it would have killed me if it hit me but his action was sluggish, I instantly moved to the side, grabbed his wrist with my right hand and with the left I disposed of his knife it had try blood on it, probably from his last victim. Then I shanked him in the stomach with my own blade. I flicked the blade out of his stomach and kicked him to the ground where he started bleeding out.

I turned my defensive mode on ready for an attack from the other raider which I believed was a young girl. I looked around the wasteland, but I didn't see a living soul. I held my breath and strand my ears to hear something, anything. I gave a satisfactory smirk when I heard heavy, rapid breathing behind a rock. I calmly walked over to the rock, the blade still in my hand. When I made it over to the rock I leaned my elbows on the rock and poked my head over it. The girl didn't see me, she was facing with her back turned clutching a pistol she looked like she didn't even know how to use. The female didn't look like the other flesh eaters; she didn't have green hair but had long dark soot colored hair. She also didn't have that crazy hair style were they have bald patches on their heads or hair they made to look sharp and pointy. This lady was beautiful but also a threat. While she still didn't know I was present I lashed out and grabbed the gun from her. The young woman screamed in fear and started backing away from me on her butt, still too afraid to use her legs. I felt bad for the poor girl, maybe because she was like me when I first exited the vault, maybe because she was gorgeous or maybe because those aqua eyes didn't look of that of a killer. I cautiously sheathed my knife and continued with my unthreatening demeanor by gently putting her gun on the ground. This seemed to get her to relax a little, but not much. I instantly become aware of why she was still considering me a threat; besides the fact I killed her companions. I was a man, a man that traveled the wastes alone for long periods of time. I wasn't even thinking of doing anything like that but the poor girl didn't know or understand me. I strolled over to her until I was on the right side of her. She wouldn't look at me keeping her crystal blue eyes as far away from me as she could. I don't know why but it stung a little. I got down on one knee and starting rummaging through my pack. I wanted to ask if she was alright but felt it was too soon for words, she was still visibly shaking. I pulled out one of my purified waters and tried handing it to her, completely forgetting the uses I could use for myself later (Like cleaning my new favorite pair of underwear).

Eventually the black hair beauty accepted my water, but more importantly returned the gaze I had on her. Her eyes went wide the moment the water touched her lips and like greased lightning she had it all down before I cleared my throat to speak.

"a-are you alright?" I stammered I don't know what came over me but I was somehow nervous. The girl didn't say anything just looked at me like I had something growing out of my head, which was likely since I hadn't checked my radiation level in a long time.

"Um"… I started "I'm sorry about your friends but they're bad people and if you're in some kinda trouble I can help you get money if you need it or I have a house in megaton, but I wouldn't resort to being a raid-"

She finally got the courage to talk, which was good…but not when I'm talking…or was I was babbling, but still she should have waited.

"Look pervert" she snarled "I'm not going to be your play thing and I'm sure as hell not following you anywhere" she glared at me and those ocean eyes turned into ice. "So" she stated "you're just going to have to kill me"

This girl wasn't as innocent as I thought. I glared right back at her. I remembered that she was just scared and my anger subsided. I whistled 3 times and a couple seconds later my mutt popped out of a nearby bush. I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry buddy" I said sympathetically "I really didn't think the food was actually bad." The dog just snorted and walked over to our guessed. Dogmeat saw my relaxed body and knew she wasn't a threat, for now. He sniffed her for a couple seconds. The girl seemed startled and frightened by my furry companion.

"Don't worry he is one of the few friendly dogs left"

She ignored me and put out her hand to see if the dog would accept head pats.

I sighed in defeat and watched as the dog wagged his tail in joy as she scratched behind his ears. After a short time past she acknowledged my existents.

"I guess…y-you don't see that bad" the girl said grudgingly. "Yes" I thought Dogmeat .

"Look if I wanted to hurt you…I'd either have killed you by now. Or wouldn't have let you talk back to me." I wasn't trying to sound cruel; I was just stating the facts to prove I wasn't going to harm her.

She stared at me hard for a while, like she was trying to catch me bluffing or waiting for me to pull out my gun and shoot her.

"So where is this town or whatever" she broke the silence.

"Only a couple minutes away" I said. I looked up at the sky that was slowly descending downward. "But we'll have to hurry if we're gonna make it before night fall.

She nodded and we started toward the direction of megaton.

The man clutched his stomach and grunted. Little shit he thought. I'm going to get even. He used the radio to call in the boss. "Hey jack…we got attacked…some prick killed everyone."

There was static for a few moments until a gruff voice filled the radio speaker. "And what of the girl?"

I swallowed, knowing that it would be easier to just say she was dead." She was captured by a man…but I know where they were heading." The man let go of the button with his big thumb.

"Well!" boomed jack "were the hell is my daughter!"

"u-uh" the man stuttered "some place called megaton"

"Good" jack said sounding a little less angry. But you still failed me. How is it that one man can kill 4 of my good shooters.

The big raider didn't have time to respond. Jack simply said "you know what to do"

And with that the heavy green haired man was by himself again. He pulled out his blood stained knife. "You have one more job to do scarlet" he cooed. And with that the man brought the knife up to his throat and sliced as hard as he could into his soft throat. He made gurgling noises, but those quickly faded into the wasteland.