Oh no! The dangers of having too many Fanfiction projects at once! I know, it's been a while since I've done much with my account, and I think it's time to rebuild. So, I'm starting with something I'm gonna call The Unforgiven. Now, this is gonna be a part of a little AU that I like that the world we know today actually existed, so I'm most likely going to use real towns and brand names, etc. And the title of the book is in fact a Metallica song title.
I'm walking down a road somewhere in a small town called Havana, Illinois, a place that not many post war humans know of. It was one of the few pre-war cities to survive the bombs. I continue walking until I hear a familiar voice. "Hey! Wait up!" the woman calls out. I stop, and turn around, my hand resting on the Colt 1911 on my hip. "Holy shit, it's actually you!" she exclaims, still walking towards me. I'm ready to draw the gun when the FRS (Facial Recognition Software) in my sunglasses bring up a face, and underneath it some text reads, 'Faith Staton, age 24'. My eyes widen, and I relax, pulling her into a hug.
"It's been too long… How are you, Faith?" She returns the hug, and her pale blue eyes soften. "It's been a crazy few years without you here, Jake. The town's more calm than usual, the Legion have passed through, the Brotherhood have their own little bunker underneath the old library, and what's left of the old US military are set up in Veterans." She explains, and I nod, my brown eyes looking around, and I sigh, letting her go. I tap her shoulder, and jerk my head in the direction of where I'm walking. "You wanna go with? I could use all the help I can get." She nods, and smiles brightly. "Hell yeah, I wanna go!" she laughs softly, and turns to the east a little. "We need to stop by my place and get a few things though." She says, and I nod, following her.
A few minutes later, we arrive at her house, an old, yellow, two story building, with an old Volkswagen Golf GTI sitting out front. She opens the door, and we walk in, the living room in decent condition. I follow her downstairs, into the small armory she has for a basement. She pulls a fairly rare AA12 fully automatic shotgun off the rack, and looks at me. "Take whatever you need, man. You're gonna need more than that dinky .45." She says, laughing slightly. I nod, and look around, spying an IMI Desert Eagle, an AK-74, somehow configured as an AK-12, and a Barrett M107 .50 Caliber AMR. I open my bag, and stick my old 45 in it, after taking the mag out and ejecting the round that was in the chamber. I put the Desert Eagle in my holster, and put the sling for the AKU-12 over my shoulder and neck, and sling the fifty over my back.
I see a heavy armor vest, and pull my white Bring Me the Horizon t-shirt, causing Faith to blush. "You should probably stop looking at my abs before you start drooling." I say without even looking at her. I pull the vest on over a tank top I had in my bag, and pull my t-shirt back on. I pull on my black hoodie, and crack my neck. "I'm so ready for war." I say, getting extra mags for the fifty, AKU, and Eagle. Faith smirks, and nods. "You sure look the part. Now, let's go find everyone." She says, heading upstairs, and opening the garage door, which reveals a large Ford F-650 Super Crew, with a bedcap, surprisingly.
"This truck, is basically an LAPV, with its current setup. The M134 on top makes sure it can shred infantry and lightly armored vehicles, as well as light helicopters. Its suspension has been beefed up, and the body panels have plates rated to stop a 40mm cannon shell, and its trophy systems make sure RPG rounds can't touch this baby." She says, moving to the front. She pops the hood, and my eyes widen, causing me to smile like a madman. The engine had been swapped for a rather large twin turbo, supercharged V10. I grin, and begin laughing crazily. Faith smacks the back of my head, snapping me out of my petrolhead induced insanity.
She gets in the driver seat after closing the hood, and starts the truck, the monster of an engine roaring to life. I open the passenger side door, and get in, climbing about three feet up, and close the door. She backs out, and shifts into drive, pulling away. I pull a phone out of my pocket, and plug it into the truck, giving it a Wi-Fi signal. I plug my charger into one of the USB slots on the dash, and let my phone charge up. The truck engine roars, and we accelerate up to a swift 55 MPH, going down Hospital Road, to find my best friend, Cheyenne. We pull up outside her house, or what's left of it, and I knock on the wooden door, surprised to see her answer, with a Berretta M9 in her hand.
She puts the gun down, and hugs me. "Don't leave me like that ever again.." she says, her voice cracking. "C'mon. Get some guns, ammo and food. We'll need it." I say, opening the bed of the truck. She loads several hundred pounds of foods into the back, and shuts the door, finding a compartment under the back seat. She puts a few ammo boxes in it, all filled completely with 5.56, 7.62, .50 BMG, and .50 AE. I smirk, and laugh. "That's a lot of ammo." I say, as she gets in the front seat, after I had got in the back. "Faith, we're going to Versailles. My girlfriend lives there, and she's vital to this whole trip." I say, taking a seat in the turret control chair. I flip a switch, and the chair rises up into the bubble where the turret is mounted. I swivel around, and check in a 360 degree view around the Ford.
I soon spot an Apache helicopter, and mark it as a friendly. The chopper chimes in over our radio frequency. "Whoever is in that truck down there, there's a gas station about a mile away, if you need extra fuel. Just thought I'd let you know." They peel off in another direction, and I reply. "Thanks, Longbow. Faith, we need gas?" I ask. "It wouldn't hurt to get some." She responds, turning in the direction of the Casey's. We arrive shortly after, and I get out, pulling out a stack of NCR bills, and walk into the gas station. "$40 on pump 4." I say, and she rings me up. I hand over the stack of bills, and head back outside, filling the main and secondary fuel tanks.
After several minutes of filling gas tanks, I soon hit forty dollars, and the pump stops. I take the nozzle out of the tank, and put it back where I got it, getting back in the truck. We pull away, and Cheyenne plots a course for Versailles.
-several hours later-
We pull up in front of Laurens house, and I knock on the door. She answers, and smiles. "It's been too long. I nod. "May we enter?" I gesture to the rest of my crew. She nods, and lets us in. I take note of the pistol on the desk, and take out my old .45. "Here. You'll need something with a bit more punch than that dinky 9 mil." I say, and hand it to her. She nods, and takes, it, putting it in a holster. She walks outside after grabbing her laptop, Xbox and 32 inch flat screen TV. She mounts the TV to a mount that is hanging off the ceiling on the truck, and plugs it into a wall outlet near the as well as hooking the Xbox and laptop up to a small desk.
We begin driving out of Versailles, and Lauren opens her laptop, a weather warning alert sound blaring from the speakers. "Guys, we might have a small problem. There's a tornado warning for the area. And we're right in its path." She says as rain begins to fall, and spatter on the windshield. Faith turns on the windshield wipers, and sighs. I see a funnel cloud forming off in the distance, and lock down the turret. Metal plates fall over the windows, and the minigun retracts into the truck. I start hearing quiet dinks hitting the truck plates, and my eyes widen. "Drop the plates, now. Hurry." I say, prompting Faith to flick a couple switches on the dash.
The armor drops, and I clear my throat, a camera feed being projected from outside the car to let us see. My eyes widen further, and I blink. "Guys, we need to get somewhere off the highway, now. That funnel is headed right towards us." I say. Faith makes a sharp turn onto a dirt road, and notices a barn. "I know this place. We'll be safe." She pulls into the barn, and the doors shut with a loud clunk, as she turns off the engine.
She flicks another switch, and the suspension lowers, and spikes on the sides deploy, locking into the ground. She turns on the heater, and the car begins warming up. I take this opportunity to stretch, and I groan loudly, feeling the tension in my muscles dissipate. I hear the wind outside the truck whip and whistle, the barn groaning under the stress.
Well, I think that's a wrap for the pilot chapter. If anyone likes this, I'll probably end up making another chapter. Remember, leave a review and let me know. :)