Message Man

"Goddamn chip" I mumble as I kick the dust that covers the road. "Goddamn legionaries, goddamn ghouls, goddamn Mr House, goddamn deathcl-" my rant is interrupted by the unwanted sound of fluttering wings. "FUCKING CAZADORS!" I would normally run but due to the built up stress of being everyone's message man, I draw my rifle. Bad move. The cazadors have seen and heard me, I shoot, like really fast, like I end up wasting all my ammo and I didn't even kill a single one. FUUUUUU-

Wa Pow! I hear a loud plasma noise and then a roar, there goes somebodies life. Could my day get any worse? And then I see it. It looks like the devil fucked a lizard and this is its offspring. "Bloody deathclaws man. I'm on the verge of crying, that borderline cry, I feel it coming, but men don't cry especially message men. I just run, my legs are burning but I don't care, I just run.

I trip, it's cliché but honestly I trip over a bloody tin can, like 1. Why is there a random can in the middle of nowhere? 2. How did it get there? And 3. Is it a sign from the gods or a sign from Vulpes, If it's a sign from Vulpes please tell me I get a glimpse of his sexy ass before he shoots me.

I question my thinking and assume that it's pre-war as that's the most logical answer, but honestly I wish some alien just dropped a can here, I get myself off the ground, I sigh, I should just go home, I miss the booze, is it just me or is there a vault in front of me?

Oh yay, time for another adventure!