War...war never changes. In the year 2077, atomic bombs rained from the skies and plummeted to the ground below. Very little survived this catastrophe, and those that did were unsure of what would become of them and their families. The bombs fell and then days went by, then weeks, then months, then centuries. Humanity had slowly begun to rebuild itself, as the humans who survived left the "comfort" and safety of their Vaults and began to rebuild. The people of the Old World began to form new tribes, and as centuries passed, the people began knew that this...THIS is how the world was going to be now. Danger lurking around every corner, mutated monstrous creatures creating an ever so darkening shadow across the post-nuclear America. However, when the people came above ground, the discovered a city completely untouched by the bombs. The gleaming city of Las Vegas contained not a single scratch, not a single building burned into the ground to be forgotten. It was perfect.

As time went on, tribes began to take interest in the gleaming city that the people now called "New Vegas." The two most notable tribes being the New California Republic and Caesar's Legion. The two fought over Vegas and a victor was declared. While not running New Vegas, the NCR kept a watchful eyed upon the city. However, this would not last. In the year 2281, a lone courier had been shot and left for dead. After a miraculous recovery, the Courier set out for New Vegas, seeking the very man who put a bullet in his head. The leader of New Vegas at this time was a man that was simply called "Mr. House." The Courier and his securitron companion Yes Man brought down Mr. House together and rules New Vegas. These events led to the second and final battle for Hoover Dam where the Courier and Yes Man wiped out the remains of Caeser's Legion and the NCR, claiming the dam for themselves. However, the Courier never returned from Hoover Dam. It was as though he had vanished without a trace.

The Courier would not be talked about for another 15 years. At this time, rumors had circulated that the Courier never left New Vegas and that he walked among the people there for those 15 years when he was supposedly missing. Eventually, in the year 2296, a young woman with the name of Natalie Wright (Normally called by her nickname "Nat") who had grown up hearing about the adventures of the Courier all the way down in Nevada, had heard the rumors that he was still roaming the Mojave Wasteland and brought it upon herself to search for him. With many objections from her older sister, Piper Wright, she left for the city of New Vegas in an attempt to find the Courier. She sought the help of a group that dedicated themselves to locating the Courier and proving that he was, in fact, still roaming the Earth. They weren't exactly a group to say the least. They were more of a small community of people that attempted to prove rumors and legends. Their current rumor that they were investigating, was of course that the Courier was still alive. Nat knew of the Courier's adventures and goodness that he spread. What she didn't know, was that the Courier had an enormous fortune with enough food, ammo and caps to last more than one lifetime. While on the road, the group had been ambushed by those that seemed to be searching for the Courier as well, likely to find out where his fortune lied. What started as one of the adventures that Nat had heard when she was a child, had taken a turn and most certainly not for the better...

Nat opened her eyes, her ears still ringing from the blast. "What the fuck just happened," she thought to herself. She looked around while unable to stand because of the large wound in her stomach from the blast. There were 7 men, executing the members of her group as they layed on the ground, powerless to do anything. One by one the men blew the brains out of the group. Nat pretended as though she was dead hoping that the men wouldn't notice she was alive. One of them nudged her with his foot. When there was no physical response from the seemingly lifeless Natalie, the man addressed the group.

"This one's dead! Looks like the blast got her. Hey Mike, you sure these guys were looking for him too? I'm not even sure you were certain that they were."

Who Nat could only assume was Mike spoke next. "'Course I'm sure you see the patch on their sleeves? I've seen that before. They're a group dedicated to proving rumors and legends and considering that they don't have many weapons, it don't seem like they're huntin' no mothafuckin' boogeyman. From what I hear, they're pretty damn good at what they do. I'm not about to let some stupid fuckin' kids get in between us and that fortune!" The others made approving noises. Nat passed out from the blood loss and awoke to someone dragging her across the ground. A man in a hood seemed to be the one dragging her. Judging by how disgusting he looked, it was easy to tell that he was in fact a ghoul. The ghouls turned his head and looked directly into Nat's eyes.

"You okay there Boss?" Nat responded with a grunt of pain.

"Don't worry now Boss. I'm gonna take you back to my shack and we'll fix you right up." Nat didn't know what to make of this situation. Things went south quick back on the road. When she'd heard of the Courier's adventures, she never heard about anything like this. That was the last thought in her head as she drifted back to unconsciousness...

Hey everyone! So this is my first fanfiction and I'm not really sure what I think of it yet. I think it's good for a first chapter, but it could definitely use some work I'll bet. I'll be answering reviews at the beginning of each chapter and I'm definitely open for some suggestions. So let me know what you think and don't be too harsh in the comments. Just remember that if you don't like the story so far, this is my first fanfic. Thanks for reading and take care!