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Yo what's up my dear readers? First off, I do not own Fallout but I DO own my characters, please don't steal them. Just wanted to say thank you for choosing to read my story. My story requires outside OCs. That being said, I'd love to hear yours! I personally have several OCs for Fallout, but I want to see YOUR ideas! Give em to me in the Reviews and we can work out the details of your characters and how I can fit em into the story! These OCs can be anything! Eyebots, super mutants, raiders, hell I'll even take a Synth! Just submit your OC in the Reviews and we can talk okay? ;)

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I raised a hand to shield my eyes from the burning mid-afternoon sun. Taking a deep breath from my rebreather, I walked down to the decrepit town to look for supplies. I mentally ran down the list of supplies that I was low on.

'Clean water, nonirradiated food, ammo: .50 cal, .45 auto, .10 mm, temporary shelter, anything living without an interest in killing me.'

I chuckled at that last bit.

'Now I know I've been alone for too long,' I thought.

But it was true, the only living souls that I'd seen since Colorado were a bunch of raiders trying to rape a girl. An anti-material shot to the chest of two of their buddies sent them screaming into the desert. The girl, sadly, ran the opposite direction. Straight into a deathclaw. I gave the poor lass mercy right then and there, damning this world to an even deeper part of hell.

But that was nearly a week ago. By now I'd be thankful for ANY living, breathing soul. Nearing the town I walked up to the closest house, one with a rotten door. There had been reports of this town being over-run by feral ghouls, which is why I was here in the first place. A man had hired me to cleanse the place so here I am, cleansing. A solid kick sent the remains of the door crashing into the living room. I swiftly turned, took 10 fast-paced steps back, and turned around. I pulled out my silenced .45 auto pistol and pointed it at the open doorway. Moans could be heard from inside the house.

1

The moans began to get louder, and louder, and louder, slowly rising in number and volume.

2

I felt my heart begin to quicken, I took a deep breath from my mask and centered myself.

3

A howl emitted from inside the house, followed by two others. By the time the first ghoul reached the porch it was screaming its goddy lungs off. I adjusted my aim by a half inch and softly pulled trigger, the gun's light recoil giving me that familiar and very satisfying feeling.

"Shut up, stupid markaina ur," I mumbled, my mask giving an almost metallic ping and base to my voice. The shot hit it dead center, destroying its heart. As it fell its buddies ran out of the house, one tripping over the dead body. I put a solid kick to the lead ghoul's chest, sending it tumbling to the ground. I began to walk towards the house as I casually put a bullet into the downed one's head. As the other got back up I slapped it with the hilt of my gun and crushed its head under my boot. I shook and scraped off the rotted remains of the feral's brain matter and made my way to the door.

I began to search the house, checking for traps, food, supplies, anything that I could potentially need or could potentially harm me. I found a hammer and some nails in the back so I used the broken door to board up the doorway. It wasn't pretty, but it'd keep out wandering ghouls and radscorpions. It wouldn't do to get bitten or stung in my sleep. I checked over what else I'd found. One bottle of clean (thank god) water from a fridge, some food (slightly irradiated, therefore left behind), and I now had a shelter to last me the rest of the afternoon.

I walked into the one bedroom and saw only one mattress on the bottom bunk. I threw the mattress up onto the top bunk and set my anti-material rifle next to the bunk-bed. I took off my pre-war hat and duster and hung them up on the coat-rack. Then I climbed up and laid down on the mattress, still dressed in my tac-vest, military metal studded boots, tan t-shirt, and ripped brown cargo pants. Sleepytime (a full black, silenced .10mm sub machine gun) and my .45 were still strapped to my thighs just in case I needed to make a quick get-away without leaving all of my weapons here.

It felt like I'd just closed my eyes when I awoke with a start. Moving as silently as possible, I surveyed my surroundings.

'My gear's still in the corner and on the coat-rack, I can't hear any disturbances in the house. It's dark out now. Judging by the shadow cast by the moon the door barricade is still intact. No visible windows broken. All clear.'

I let out an easy breath, sat up, and inspected myself for any syringe marks or other easily missed wounds. I am not getting kidnapped in my sleep again. Coming to the conclusion that there weren't any psychopathic doctors to try their twisted experiments on me I got up and put on my duster and hat. I stalked warily to the doorway and used a broken piece of mirror from the bathroom to examine outside. It wouldn't do to give any snipers a nice head to practice on. Everything seemed to be in order, there was nothing outside but the sand of the wastes. So what woke me up? Then I heard it again.

I swung my head in the direction of the sound and tried to confirm it. Yes, it was definitely a scream.

I hastily tore down the boards covering the doorway. I ran out into the open night and looked around, the cool desert air whipping my white hair in every direction. I stood still, closed my eyes, and opened my ears.

'Come on. Come on! Where are you?'

About 4 seconds later a scream echoed through the town. I hastily pinpointed the origin of the sound, determining it to have come from the eastern edge of town. I turned and ran towards where I had heard the scream. As I went I noticed that I was alone in the town. The streets were empty.

'Where did the ghouls run off to? I still have to kill them and it'll be a royal pain in the ass to have to track them down.'

I neared the eastern edge and saw something that answered my question of where the ghouls went. There were maybe 30 of them, all pushing against a chain link fence. That flimsy fence wouldn't hold them for too much longer; I needed a different angle. I circled around the horde and tried to get a view of what had them in such a rally. Then I saw them: two people cornered inside the fence, the taller one holding the shorter one close to their chest. I crouched and sneaked a bit closer to get a better view of them.

Both of them seemed to be young girls, one maybe 14 and the other about 19 or 20 years old. The older one had long dark hair pulled back into a braid and looked to be about 5'9. The younger girl had short brown hair and was around 5 feet tall. Just kids.

"Picking on kids now? That's low, even if you are ferals," I whispered to myself. I backed up and walked back around a house to get behind the horde. I kept to the wall and slowly peeked around the corner. The ghouls were too busy trying to get to the girls to notice anything behind them.

Good.

Well, that's bad for them but good for me. I snuck behind them and reached into one of my vest's pouches and pulled out a grenade that I'd been saving for special occasions. I moved until I was about 30 feet away from them, pulled the pin, threw the lever, and tossed the grenade into the center of the horde. Then I turned tail and ran like hell for cover behind the house. A couple of the ghouls looked back and recognized that a potential target was behind them but didn't have enough time to react.

BOOM

The ground shook as the grenade tore apart the ghouls in the middle of the crowd. The surrounding ones were flung aside like rag dolls and lay there, stunned. I took advantage of this opportunity and ran out to finish off the downed ghouls. It took maybe 25 seconds and 13 bullets to finish killing the poor creatures. I stood there, in the middle of the small crater the grenade had made, and looked around me. Not a single thing moved. Good. Then a thought struck me.

'Where are the girls?'

They weren't in the corner of the fenced in area anymore.

I inspected the fence itself and saw an open gate. It was still swinging on its rusted hinges suggesting that they had left in a big hurry. Understandable.

'So, they ran off eh? Damn, what I'd give for a little company right now,' I thought. I turned around to head back to my little safe house and found the older girl not 3 feet from me. And she had a baseball bat. Perfect. I knew where this was going. Her bright green eyes burned with a mix of anger, admiration, and...what was that? Fear?

CRACK


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Hey guys I just want to thank you for reading the first chapter of my Fallout story. Please review so that I can make the necessary changes and be inspired to continue writing! Remember OCs! Chapters will get longer trust me.

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