A/N-this is my first story I don't own the fallout series reviews are welcome :)

"Watch the wastes... keep track of movement." Dusty, repeated to himself.

"Watch the wastes, keep track of movement." Big towns guard possibly the most important person there was deprived of sleep, food, and he was slowly loosing his mind. The chair he sat in everyday for hours at a time was staring to break and the cushioning was tearing. It had been weeks since the last super mutant attack but he was still on high alert. He knew that out here in the wastes the second you let your guard down is the second you die, or at least that is what he told himself trying to keep his sanity. It was a loosing battle. He started to close his eyes when he heard something. A rustling in the bush on his left. He stared at it the he heard it again from the other side. He started breathing heavily and drew his gun. He looked out to the wastes and saw something. It looked like... a child? A small boy just on top of the hill staring at him. What was a kid doing all the way out here? He stood up and started flailing his arms yelling

"Over here!" the boy looked at him then looked away then ran over the hill. His heart sank as he knew the kid would die out there. He got up and started running after him. He sprinted over the bridge and to the hill but when he got there the child was nowhere in sight. He figured he might have just been seeing things and started to jog back to his post. When he arrived everyone was staring at him with strange looks. Out of breath he said

"Heh heh wha.. what?".

"What was that all about?" said flash in an annoyed voice.

"There was a kid out there. I saw him! I know I saw him!". No one seemed to believe him but he just sat down and ignored them.

A few hours later it was night. He was sitting by the fire he made in a barrel. When he heard something. He listened closer. Trying to ignor the sound of the fire. When he heard it again, behind him this time. It sounded like a little girls laughter. He was scarred. He heard rustling in front of him and he turned around in a flash gun in hand.

"Who... who's there?". He started to shake.

"Mungo mungo smells like dungo! Hahaha" it sounded like a group of children were surrounding him. It continued

"Mungo mungo smells like dungo! Ha ha haha ha!".

"Leave me alone!" he shouted waking red who came out to check on him.

"Dusty? Dusty you there?" red asked.

"Do you hear it?" dusty asked frantically.

"hear what dusty" red said concerned "I'm the only one out here".

"they're everywhere!". Dusty screamed as he sprawled out of his chair holding his hands to his ears screaming to the sky wanting the voices to stop but they only got louder as the children he was hearing mocked him. his screaming had now awaken most of the town who had come out of their homes and watched as their guard who they trusted to keep them protected broke down in a fit of insane rage. The towns people stared and made small comments to one another. ("I always knew something was wrong with him" said Flash)

"What's going on" questioned bittercup shakily.

"Nothing!" yelled Red turning to the startled group "everybody just go back to your beds" she then turned back to Dusty.

"It's okay dusty. Everything is going to be okay" she started slowly walking toward him.

"what's wrong with that mungo? Haha" yawned Sticky not knowing the situation. Red shot daggers from her eyes at Sticky who quickly regretted opening his mouth then she looked back to Dusty. But Dusty stopped holding his head and suddenly turned to face Red and the rest of the horrified crowd. His face turned from crazed and horrific to angry and murderous and it was staring at Sticky. Flash got his gun out shakily along with Shorty, Pappy and Kimba got out her bb-gun unconfidently.

"What did you say?..." asked Dusty acting eerily calm.

"wha... what's wrong?.." shakily asked a terrified Sticky.

"No. No no no. What did you.. call me?.." choked Dusty.

"M.. Mung.. mungo.." Dusty stood there menacingly staring at Sticky. Sticky was mortified, he started to back away heading toward Red's clinic when Dusty sprang for him holding his arms out in an attempt to grab Sticky's throat. Sticky stood frozen in fear, Flash, suddenly startled, dropped his pistol, Pappy raised his gun but didn't have it in him to fire, Shorty fired but missed once and the second shot, however, struck Dusty in the shoulder but it didn't phase him. Bittercup quickly took action taking the lead pipe she carried around and smacked Dusty over the back of the head.

"n.. nice shot.. bittercup." said flash shakily.

"what do you mean?" cried bittercup tears swelling in her eyes "sure he was crazy but I didn't want him to die!"

"well what's done is done" stated Red trying to take charge. "we cant change it. Dusty is dead. But we need to take care of the situation at hand. First of all disposing of this body and secondly appointing a new security guard. Any volunteers? For either job?" No one even flinched. It was clear why no one wanted the jobs though. They had seen first hand what it did to Dusty and only a fool would wish that upon themselves. "Fine I'll take the job of security guard if someone will help to take care of Dusty's body" declared Red.

"I'll.. I'll do it" sniffled bittercup "it's my fault he's d.. dead. I'll take.. I'll take care of the body." she cried looking down at Dusty.

"I'll help" said Kimba shakily.