We've all heard the words War never changes. Same thing slips from the lips of some ghoul in misery or a history buff. Or from a brotherhood soldier. Its true, in some cases. Its war between people, blood spilt and countries or things lost.
But then there are the soldiers in these wars. What about them?
A soldier; broad shoulders, strong arms, and a weapon in his hands. They fight for a reason and they'll continue to fight for it. There battle is more fierce then any they fought when it comes to seeing the cause they fight for suddenly isn't what it use to be. Or at least doesn't look as it use to.
A different aim is taken then, either to destroy for better or worse. And then he looks at the sky as its pale blue gaze might be the last thing he sees. And maybe he doesn't fight, but instead runs for his survival.
Yet in a world with a new war; men with either guns or machetes, battling over a dam that surely isn't as important as it is to a side that seeks to go back to the old ways.
But for the wielders of the blade, they seek to cut the road down and make a new for there might not be a way back.
But a soldier isnt the only one that might find a cause to fight for, now. For the people of the wasteland, the Mojahve, there is always a reason to fight; for food and water, for ammo and guns, for the sake to stay alive. Sometimes, the battle might be to retain humanity. Or the sane mind.
But the world will look on, watching these new chapters only produce more blood to pave the way. And they who follow it will find more to fight ahead; mutants and mindless ghouls, beings who have no reason to fight but to eat or to sate there selves.
Because this is the wasteland. A cause is found in anything here. Or abandoned.