The start of something

Ch1

The Commonwealth, what's to say about it, well apart from sickening amounts of radiation in most places, near enough every normal animal and insect before the bombs fell have now mutated into something that vaguely represents what they used to be. And the landscape being totally and utterly destroyed. Apart from that, Living in the commonwealth wasn't such a bad move.

The world was now forever stuck in time, well as people saw it, but people still kept going even though the world had changed for the worse, gangs were formed and groups of people, were fighting over what was left and groups such as the Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave were forever at a battle for technology even though there was no one left to discover new technology or to produce it. The buildings had fallen and so had many of the great structures of Boston and the rest of America, Heck the world was trashed but through mud and blood there was people; some mutated and some losing or lost their minds, but in the greatest scheme of things It seems that no matter how hard you hit people; people never change.

Somewhere in Boston lived a man, a man who had been through hell, but through sheer determination he still kept happy and lived his life as he would. Scavenging, improving his home base, and last but not least looking after his German shepherd 'Ted'. It was a simple life, when he wasn't killing raiders or the other scum of the wastes. he searched buildings to which he found useful items such as food or ammunition, also other useful items such as wounderglue or even the odd aluminium can.

Yep life was simple to an extent, but he was happy and that was all that mattered anymore. Because In the commonwealth happiness was a rare commodity and no one really had it.

"Yo Ted hurry up man! You have been having a piss for like 5 years, come on!" Vince frustratedly said fiddling with his hunting rifle. "if we're not careful we going to alert some raiders again and I am not in the mood for that" he said tiredly. Vince had been on his feet all day, due to the fact that he was doing some repairs to one of his auto turrets and is was a bastard to get working again. He had been out with Ted for the rest of the day looking through some old buildings the norm as he called it, and these buildings had long passed there expiry date. Having to kill a few raiders on the way it always fascinated him how bloody stupid they really were, using no tactic whatsoever. But I guess that made it all the more easy for Vince.

So with a worn rucksack on his back he collected what he thought would be useful and worth while.

Vincent lived in an abandoned red rocket gas station, not that far off the Fens. The gas station had been modified over the years by Vincent such as building auto turrets around the station; he had four in total but it took him ages to save up the scrap in order to build the bloody machines, so much circuitry and wires took him forever, the pain was getting a hold of the the targeting cards and the circuit boards. He had built and acquired a fair few other items as well such as solar powered lighting and electric and actual running water! that was only because he had got hold of an old flood pump and modified it to make it have a bearable water pressure. But Vince had a good setup and over the years he had become proud of what he had built as well as achieved and this old pre war service station was what kept him most of the time occupied and most of all happy.

But there was something about Vincent that he never told anybody, or showed anybody and that was himself, Vince always wore a synth helmet to cover up a mistake from the past, something he would have to live with for the rest of his life; and that is Vincent is what the commonwealth people described as a Goul. Because people treated gouls

"Finally" Vince chuckled, he holstered his hunting rifle on his back. 'bark' 'bark' Ted yelped "yeah yeah I Know, let me guess food?" 'Ruff' Ted commented once more and wagged his tail "thought so" Vince chuckled lightly. As Vince and his best buddy Ted walked back to his pre war fortress, he thought about how much hadn't changed in all these years he still did the same thing every day. I mean fair enough he had his base to attend to but that wasn't as often as it used to be, due down to the fact that he had built everything he had to a good quality now. So it never really broke unless something purposely attacked it, Scavenge, forage, Kill that was all that Vincent did any more and it was starting to wear thin, but he couldn't complain that much, as so many other people had it worse than he did.

As he looked at his home from a distance he realised that something's weren't all that bad. He had just become complacent, 'Vince chuckled at his own thought' but as he looked at it and saw the solar panels on the roof and he heard the light hum of the four turrets in the distance; he knew why he was happy he had a warm feeling in his chest, it was his home after all.

As Vincent walked toward his home he would feel great to just sit down and think about things. That's what he needed; a good long think Vince enjoyed doing this, ideally not as often as he would like but when he did, it was very enjoyable just to sit down look over the Fens and the spires of diamond city and just think about possibilities of his life and the world that could of happened and what is now the reality.

Vincent strolled up to the front of the gas station, walking through the door he grabbed his hunting rifle of his back and placed it next to his other weapons he had acquired over the years, he glanced at another shelf he had in which he stored his preserved food and picked up a can of dog food. "Ah perfect, glad I picked this stuff up; bloody dog eats more then myself" Vince laughed at his comment, Ted launched himself at his owner when he saw him holding a tin of his food. "Alright alright, il open it, just give me a minute and I will," Vince grabbed a can opener he left on the shelf, proceeding to open the can for his lovable but pain in the ass dog.

He picked up the plastic dog bowl, which he in fact found in the gas station when he decided to make a base of operation if you will. Vince placed the contents of the can into the bowl with a nice 'plop' sound, once he placed the bowl down Ted then went to scoff down his meal like he hadn't had one in hundreds of years.

Vince just smiled as he looked down at his best friend, Dog or not Ted was the greatest thing he had and was the real reason why he hadn't gone and lost his marbles yet.

He then tilted his head back up to look out of the window of his home and saw that night had slowly crept up on the two. Vince then took of his rucksack from his back and started to take out the items he had found that day. "Right some wounderglue, not to shabby some copper wires, dandy boy apples, and 10 308. Rounds of ammunition Nice!"

Being fairly pleased with his findings he placed them all in There corresponding places, Vince had noticed that that items were becoming less and less just from either himself scavenging as well as the bloody raiders. But it still wasn't that bad and if he needed food and was running out he would go hunting, for radstags or molerats, being not that keen on the last option. But that was a worst comes to worst situation which he wasn't in, so that was fine for now.

Vincent looked out his window one more time before eating something himself and calling it a night, he cooked up some cram with some water as refreshment. Luckily he had got a hot plate to work so he could now eat his food hot instead of being stone dead cold, which was a nice change of pace 'he laughed lightly'.

He threw away the can and glanced over at Ted who had now fallen asleep on his cot laying on his back with his mouth open, Making some form of snoring sound, great he would now do the same 'great minds think a like' he grinned at himself and proceeded to make his way to the bathroom to do his routine before he settled down.

He went into his bathroom and hung his weapon holster on the back of the door, after he had done that he spun around and stared at the mirror that was directly above the sink, Vincent looked in the mirror, placing both hands on the side of his helmet he lifted it straight off his head and placed the synth helmet down on the sinks sideboard.

Vince now looked into the mirror at what he was, the colourful blue eyes he used to once have were now inky black, his nose was no longer there, just an outline of the skull, slightly gaunt face and worst of all wrinkly hard skin which was known on all ghouls. He actually didn't look that bad compared to most ghouls but far from looking human mind you. Vincent hated the way he looked hence why he wore the helmet out in public, turning the tap on some mucky water come out at first and then semi clean water after due to build up in the pipes, he cupped his hands and splashed his face with some cold water. To freshen himself up before he went to bed.

He turned the light of to his bathroom and strolled into his makeshift bedroom, he had a nice sized double bed with a clean mattress, which took a long time to clean, he used chemicals and washing powder to get all the stains out. Vince thought as he was staying here for along time he would make the effort of cleaning at least. He had made two bedside cabinets out of old tool boxes, and in one of the Corners of the room he owned a spinning magazine rack with some magazines Vince has collected throughout the years.

Gronak the barbarian, the unstoppables, and one of his personal favourites the wasteland survival guides, in which he actually used some of the tips in the guide in actual combat and scrounging.

Vince had heard somewhere that the guides were written originally by some women in DC, in a small town called Megaton. But they were just rumours he had heard throughout the years from several scavengers and trade caravans.

Vincent plopped himself on the bed and continued getting the covers over himself, once satisfied with being under the covers he stared at the ceiling for minute, listening to the continuous hum of the auto turrets surrounding his pre war gas station. In a way over the years, that humming noise was a comfort knowing that whatever was out there to hurt himself or Ted was going to be put off or stopped by the turrets.

Turning to his side he switched off the lamp on his bedside and proceeded to fall asleep with his Dog snoring and that hum humming, he knew that life wasn't all that bad, but what he didn't know was it was going to change for the better

Or the Worse?

Thanks for reading you lovely people, there will probably be spelling mistakes and grammar errors.

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peace out Ed