Okay I don't own Fall Out 3, Just my character, their actions and my ideals.
Chapter One: The Raider
I wish I did not have to live this life. Fuck, I even wish that the war never happened, but what has wishing done for anyone? Life is life, and you cannot change that fact. If I could I wouldn't be a raider, but hell what would I do? I could live on my own as a wastelander, but what if super mutants or even those damn feral ghouls caught me, what then? At least I have a home here, even if I don't like half the raiders, their too fucking crazy for me. Plus I owe Jay for saving my sorry ass and not killing me back then.
I was only eight when I met Jay. I don't remember my parents, but that how most people are. Maybe they died, or just didn't care about me, I really can't say. Well any way I was starving and so damn thirsty, and I saw this campsite, not really thinking or even caring I went to the camp. As I did, two raiders saw me, one was just gonna to shoot me and the other wanted to sell me to make some caps off the slavers.
Before they could even argue, Jay walked over to them. Funny think about Jay, he really doesn't look like the raider type. Sure, he is tall and quite good looking for an old guy and a ghoul, but I'm getting ahead of my self. See Jay doesn't wear the normal raider armor, he usually wears an old black suit and black hat. He usually jokes about being an old time mob boss. Yeah Jay is a ghoul, but not full ghoul, only part of his face is zombified. Don't ask how a half-ghoul became a leader of some raiders, but he is, or even the fact that he is a ghoul. Every time I ask him about his past, he just shuts me out.
But yeah, it's been ten years since that day. Now I'm just sitting here on an ramp looking up at the murky night sky, not really caring to listen to the two raiders below me, who kept arguing on how gets what part of the mole rat. Jezz I really hate mole rats…Creepy fuckers and hard to keep the meat down.
"Hey kid," I hear Jay say from behind me.
I just grin. "Hey old fart," I greet him in my usually manner.
"Not hungry?" He asks looking over at the two raiders, whose names I never bother to learn.
"Nah," I say, when in reality I'm. Who isn't hungry in the waste?
Jay just sighs, know I am lying. He knows me to well. I look up at the sky still and begin to think. I feel Jay sit down next to me.
"Why don't you quit kid?" He asks me.
I look over at him, to see if he is kidding, but his face tells me that he's not. I just shake my head, and he laughs.
"Don't give me that shit," he begins.
"I know you could make it out there, don't say other wise kid." He finishes.
"Hell you could join up with that vault one-oh-one kid," Jay adds.
"Jay…" I start, but he keeps going.
"Sure the kid's a goody-two-shoes, but hell I hear he has a lot of caps and your good with just about any weapon," Jay laughs and looks at me.
I just stare at Jay, with my bright amber eyes. He looks back at me with his half-handsome, half-zombie face. As I look at him, I burst out laughing. He gives me a puzzling look and I hug him, and then punch him in the arm.
"Fuck Jay, why didn't you tell me a couple years ago?" I yell at him.
"I was waiting for the right time," he tells me.
I just shake my head.
"Great…Now I need to find that Vaultie," I say, as Jay starts to laugh and so do I.
