Just dusted off my copy of Fallout: New Vegas and had to start writing. If anyone is still out there, drop me a review so I know to keep posting. Don't own anything and not made for profit.
Prologue: Buried Alive
Dark. Cold. Heavy. Suffocating. She took a breath through her nose but there wasn't enough air. She opened her mouth to gasp only to have something dry and gritty pour in. Sand? She thought, only to have the pain hit her then; sharp and radiating from her head throughout the rest of her body. She didn't want to move, but the need for air was greater than the pain so she flexed her muscles only to find herself pinned in place. She needed air. Start small. Just a finger. Then a hand. She worked a hand free and moving it pulled the other hand free. Hands bound together? No time to elaborate on that thought as she reached her hands up, and up, until they broke through to cool night air. In an awkward move she shifted her arms to loosen the dirt then heaved her body upwards. Her head and shoulders burst from the dirt and she gulped down lungfuls of air as she coughed out soil. She tried to pull the rest of her body free but her strength was failing fast. She laid her head against the dirt. The night was cool and quiet. The stars above were blurry.
It started from a distance; a mechanical whirring accompanied by the crunch of soil. She shifted her eyes from the dark sky to look toward the sound. A distant shape was approaching. Not a person. She told herself, far too broad in the shoulders and narrow at the feet. The pounding in her head was getting worse. She hadn't thought that possible. She eyed her visitor as it approached but her vision was fading. She blinked, straining to reopen he eyes. At lease I won't die alone. She thought, as her eyes drifted closed for what she hoped wasn't the last time.