Ok, just a quick note from me first, this story is based on a mod I was working on for fallout 3 called the Mojave Waster which linked to Project Zerox a DLC (if you will).
I hope you enjoy and happy reading :)
-Sollar-
Project Zerox
Prologue:
The Waster
A man who lost his family to the harshness of the wastes and more specifically, the evil that had born from the dust of the world that died long ago. Raiders murdered his woman, his child and took everything he would hold dear and sacred and destroyed it in an instant. Now in his mind he knew they were gone but in his heart they never left and because of this he didn't cry of grief, he just held it all back, stood proud and strong for his family but he needed more than that.
He needed a purpose.
A reason to stay alive but he couldn't find it within himself to look for revenge, so a couple of jet and physco and all emotion was gone. It had become easy and he didn't need to feel! He could just fade and slowly become part of the dust in this desolate world.
John
After nearly being killed by the very people he stood behind for protection, for the soul fact his father had done it. His father left the vault and escaped the overseer's oppressive nature leaving his son to carve out his own story; but this story might not have been the one his father had hoped for.
No…
John had been thrust into a desolate, empty world were hate, violence, sex and drugs were the gods of all known life.
John had to adapt from his comfortable life in a vault to the wastes very quickly and adapt he did and as he did he made a name only ever spoken once he was gone. A name easily recognised from all over DC. A name that never reached his father's cold ears, to register in the brain though it's to be expected… for the dead do not listen and those that search for things, long gone things now part of the dust and the sea, wander endlessly until such a time they are needed.
Now to put it simply, the Waster and John merely crossed paths for a second and in a moment of weakness, John passed out at the Waster's feet.
Two weeks without water does that to the human body and John was so close to megaton, its metal mess of a city was in sight and so was a man,
"Odd" John thought. Any sane man would have shot him by now but he couldn't bring himself to do it. This man appeared to be talking, shouting rather; John couldn't tell… he couldn't hear him.
He reached for his revolver and held it tight in his right hand he was ready to fire the weapon apon the strange man and then it started to darken. The sun was setting already,
"No not this quickly" He thought.
It all added up. He took a toll on his body and then it shut down. John could no longer hold his gun nor his balance or even his consciousness. It all just dropped along with his body and the floor welcomed it's pray. Something had been waiting for him, for a long time and to the man's surprise, he found himself needing to do something as if their paths were meant to cross.
However, in that instant, something sparked up and shot through this man.
A feeling that he had been searching for, all his life.
The feeling of revenge.
Well… that's the end of the prologue ;}
Sorry to end it where I did.
The next part will be up soon. Just had to get everyone to know the story :D
Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed.
Thank you to the beautiful "GreenleafUndomiel" for proof reading this for me. I owe you one ;)