JUST ANOTHER WASTELANDER
PROLOUGE
GECKO HUNT
2 kilometres east of Goodsprings, Nevada
The Sun Bore down on the Mojave Desert, Opressive as ever. On a small sand dune, a figure covered in a burlap blanket, Loaded a Magazine into his Rifle, and pulled back the bolt, It was a realiable Rifle,a he found it one day while scavenging, it had 'Vera' and a tally mark carved into its stock, he could only guess someone named it. It took 5.56mm rounds, a common enough find in the Mojave. The mans prize was a pack of geckos, mutated, lizard type creatures, that were hanging around a puddle of irradiated water. Geckos were not a real danger, not until they close to you anyhow. The man looked down the scope, and slid the bolt forward, taking the weapon off safe. I could get a good price for their pelts, the man thought. Gecko hides could be tanned, and then faishoned into clothes or armour, so they always fetched a good price. The man clenched his hand tighter, the geckos were getting suspicious. The man had to act soon, before he was discovered. He flipped open the rifles bipod, took his aim, and lightly squeezed the trigger. BLAM. A round passed straight through a geckos head, killing it other geckos bared their teeth and began running towards the direction the shot came from. The geckos had at least 50 meters to cross before they reached the man, he quicky pulled the bolt back and slid it forward, BLAM, another gecko fell, shot straight through its center mass, again he reloaded, BLAM, there was now only one gecko left, the man calmly slid the bolt back and then forward, and pulled the trigger. CLICK . "Shit!" the man exclaimed, it wasn't ammo, Vera had 8 round magazines, he opened the bolt, Double feed the man thought. Double feed is when 2 rounds enter the chamber at the same time, jamming the gun, easily fixed problem, but he had no time as the last gecko was now right in front of him, he stood up, and unsheathed his Hatchet, the gecko leaped at him, but the man blocked with his wrist, and the gecko bit onto a metal wrist-guard the man was wearing. He quickly punched the gecko off his wrist, the gecko soon got up and started to charge at him, he raised his hatchet, and threw it, striking the gecko in the head, killing it.
After the man had skinned the geckos, he packed them up in his backpack and started to walk back west, to Goodsprings.
James Kennedy wasn't a Vault Dweller, a Chosen one, a lone wanderer or a Courier,
He was
Just another Wastelander