Fallout- New Vegas: Unforgiven Chapter 1-
My name is Tyler, I grew up on a small big horner ranch outside of Goodsprings off the long 15. Life was hard out there on the ranch, well, not as hard as trying to survive in the uninhabited parts of the wasteland where food was scarce and enemies weren't. The deathclaws didn't make ranching easy, that's for fucking sure. It seemed like we lost one of the stragglers every time I turned around so me and Pa had decided to look into getting some more protection. We decided to try and get one of those Anti-Materiel Rifles that would punch a hole through power armor like it was butter, we had finally saved up enough caps to get a special order from the Gun Runners. With my crack shot and a gun like this, we had enough protection to clear a couple of deathclaws out from the surrounding area so we could expand our pastures.
I had just finished putting up the laser fencing my brother scavenged from a far-off vault when I saw the group of Khans headed toward the ranch, I holstered my weapon and sprinted as fast as I could back to the ranch, but the Khans were already at the house, I walked around to the back of the house and snuck into the kitchen, I saw Ma run upstairs, looking for my brothers and sisters that were in the house. Pa was talking to the Khans, I snuck upstairs to help Ma find the kids and get them somewhere to hide.
"Ty! Take your brothers and sisters and hide in the back room!" Ma whispered to me in a harsh, yet hushed tone. I took the children into the back room and had them lay on the thick big horner hides we had stacked up in the corner and I laid as close to them as I could so the Khans wouldn't see me through the slats that were the ceiling of the room they and Pa were in and the floor of the back room. I strained to hear what the Khans were saying to Pa. "Listen here mister, we know you have it, and we are gonna get it, one way or another." said a man armored leathers, he must have been the leader cause the others were dressed in jeans and simple shirts. "I don't know what you are talking about Mr. you must have the wrong people." said Pa. "I don't think so." he pulled something out of his pocket, "Ranger 9-Andrew Clay, that is you, isn't it Mr. Clay? So I think you had better give me the device, or my friends here are gonna tear this ranch apart until we find all your children and that pretty little wife of yours and we are gonna have our way with them, the boys we will sell as slaves, the girls well…." He and his friends started chuckling.
"Fine! You can have the device! Just don't harm my wife or children!" said Pa. I was fighting the urge to run down there waving my rifle in those bastards faces. "its in the floor safe in the closet in my bedroom, third door on the right up the stairs, the combination is 15-34-21." Pa said. "Thank you sir, you aren't going to regret this decision." said the man in the armored leathers. "Just leave my family alone." said Pa. As the men were walking going upstairs to get whatever it was that they were asking for. "Tyler," Pa said "I know you are above me, and I need you to take care of the family, I have a bad feeling these men are going to take me with them, I know you have that rifle, but in the back of the barn, in a small box, there are two Ranger Sequoias, there are two ammo boxes with it and a gun belt, but don't open the fourth box."
I was fighting back the tears. Losing Pa? almost anything would be worse. "Alright Pa, ill take care of Ma and the kids." I said. "Alright son, I love you, and the rest of you kids.".
"HAHA! Boys, we've hit the mother load!" said the man in the leathers as he and his men were walking back into the kitchen. He was clutching something shiny in his hand. "And you, Mr. Clay, are of no more use to us." and he shot Pa in the head, blood splattering all over the floor and the walls. I watched on in horror as those bastards walked out the door and back onto the long 15. "p…PA!" I screamed, and blacked out.
A/N: This is the first of many chapters to come in my story, please review, i would enjoy some feedback