A/N: I wrote as a story for my English class. The image that our teacher provided was a long desert road. As soon as I saw that picture my brain jumped straight to Fallout.
The Road
As I walked down the empty road, humming a prewar rock song, gravel crunched underfoot as I walked. My rifle was slung across my back, my duffle bag was hanging off my right shoulder, my pistol was in its holster at my hip, and my canteen was hanging from a rope around my neck.
The sun was beating down on the wastes harder than normal. I stopped and lifted my canteen and as I was raising it I noticed a glint of a piece of glass in the distance. I had just taken a sip and a bullet flew past my head. I dove into the ditch to right of the road, spilling my water all over myself and the ground. I was really hoping that it was a paranoid caravan guard or a farmer. I heard a few people ranting and yelling.
Raiders, why is it always raiders? I reached back and pulled my rifle off my back. It's an Ak-74 modified to shoot .223, easy to find and cheap. The sound of shoes on asphalt had me worried because there were probably about 6 of them, plus the sniper. They started to yell insult about me and my mother; they were also saying that I would make a good dinner.
I prepped myself to stand up and shoot. 3, the raiders were getting closer around 100 yards away. 2, I checked to make sure I had a round in the chamber. 1, I started to say the Hail Mary in my head. I stood up and slid my sights on to one of the raiders exposed chests. I pulled the trigger twice he was on the ground instantly. The others 5 were just pulling up their guns, 3 more shots, 2 more down. One of the high psychopaths charged me with a knife I double tapped him in the chest; the last one was pulling up a prewar M16. He took two rounds to the face. Another bullet screamed past my head. Their sniper stood up to try to see me better, bad idea there smarty. I leveled the sights on the moron and pulled the trigger and a singled bullet flew out of the barrel. Striking him in the chest and killing him instantly. I looked around for any mutated wild life coming out of the brush alongside of the road, nothing. I searched the dead raiders, 30 caps, 20 .223 rounds, and some cram; yay dinner. I checked the sniper, took the rifle and some .308 rounds for it and kept walking.
The roads will stay clear a day or two and another group will move in, it always happens.
Fin
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