AN: Sorry about the lack of my Nazi Zombies fic. My Word broke for reasons unknown, and now I have to use something else. I played a lot of Fallout: New Vegas, so I made this.
Old World Blues
Chapter 1: The Courier
I tried as hard as I could. I knew that breathing was necessary. I knew I had to. But I couldn't. Hey, YOU try breathing when you've just been STUNG by a Cazador! Needless to say, I was dying. Fuck. This. Job. No WONDER the Mojave Express needed a new Courier. I heard it was because their old one left. I think he's just a legend though. They say he helped the NCR save the Hoover Dam.
Oh yeah, I was dying wasn't I. I KNEW I shoulda saved that Anti-venom but noooooooo I traded it for whiskey. And this Cazador was just flying like it was nobody's business. Oh, he was just shot like it was nobody's business. Oh, I'm about to die like it's nobody's business. Wait...who's that?
"Stay still. This Anti-Venom and Stimpak should do the trick."
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Just a myth..according to you. By the way, I want my job back." he joked.
"T-The Courier! How did you know I thought you were a legend?"
"You were shouting things out loud."
I meet a Mojave LEGEND, and he thinks Im a psycho. Fuck.
"So, what suicide delivery did they make you do?"
"I have to deliver some Broc flowers to a guy somewhere..."
He just raised an eyebrow.
"Mind telling me what his name is?"
"I dunno, they just told me to go here."
"In the middle of nowhere."
"Eeyup."
"Where there are several Cazador nests?"
"Mmhm!"
"...Let's go to New Vegas. I'll buy you a round."
"I..I can't go to New Vegas!"
"Oh...right. I forget not everyone has 20,000 caps like me. Let's go to Goodsprings then."
"Goodsprings?"
I couldn't believe such a nice town existed in the Mojave. It was so peaceful. Everyone was nice...there was no trouble...There was even a doctor!
"Fucking NCR..."
"I thought you helped them?"
"I did...but they returned the favor by taking only place I could ever call home and taxing the hell outa it. I chose not to live here after that. I couldn't stand to see it suffer."
"Where do you live then?"
"With the other people I could call family, the only other people that liked me. The Boomers at Nellis."
The bar was great. The booze was cheap and satisfying! It was run by someone named Sunny Smiles. They say someone named Trudy owned it buy left because of the taxes. I looked at the Courier (I still didn't know his name) and I saw something on his arm.
"What. Is. THAT?"
"Huh? My Pip-boy?"
"I will give you 8000 caps for it!"
"Boy, we both know you don't have 2000, let alone 8000."
I stared at my empty whiskey bottle and felt sad, also remembering I only had 50 caps.
"Why do you want it?"
"I know someone who would buy it for over 100,000 caps."
"Uh huh, I don't know of anyone that rich. But ya know what? Have it. I don't need it."
My eyes were bigger then the blue moon. "R-Really?"
He just smiled at me. "I want you to use that money to get out of the Courier business."
I just nodded happily. "Yes sir. Oh, I still don't know your-" He got up and left. "Name..."