Chapter 1

He was a ghoul nobody respected him.

He lived in the underworld for 100 years after the explosion; and was surprised at the fact that you didn't age as a ghoul. He wanted to move to Megaton for hopes of a new life. His name before the Bang that ended it all (except for us) so it was called by the other ghouls in the underworld; was Brian Stewart, that all changed, He now was called Eagle Eye for his target shooting ability with a laser rifle, Or for short Eagle. Nobody really knew he existed because his secret posts as guard sniper. These are the accounts of his life.

His Last days in the underworld were very uneventful; Other than an outsider who was wielding a combat shotgun, and wearing some ancient power suit. He was perplexed at the outsider and assumed he was one of the brotherhood of steel that guards them. Screams erupted from the tiny entrance as gunshots and explosions echoed through the subway. Panicking he jumped down from the post hidden behind a subway sign and pulled his laser pistol customized with a scope and aimed down the tunnel, suddenly a gunshot ripped through his stomach instantly knocking him to the ground; this disarmed him and sent his laser rifle skittering across the ground. He sat there for a few moments wondering what was going to happen, he knew he had stimpacks back in the underworld, he didn't know if he was going to get eaten by the mole rats either. He sat in stunned silence as his blood gushed from his stomach, his intestines where full of scar tissue from the nuclear radiation surprisingly he had found a bottle of Med-X and downed contents of the bottle immediately, this took the pain away which just left him waiting to be found; then just struck by the realization that there may not be anybody left to find him.

He sat in the puddle of his own blood for what seemed like hours; The man walked up to him who fired the gunshot holding a old pre-war rifle with gold plates on the sides, that's what he was looking for, the underworld is actually a part of an old museum, that rifle must have been hidden inside the museum, he was told plenty of times not to go into the museum because of the ferals or "fallen cousins" as fellow ghouls called them. The gun was probably in the museum. He walked up to him slowly looking down at him, expression hidden by the heavy helmet and said to him in an amused tone

"How are you still alive, Ghoul"?

This particularly annoyed Eagle who didn't like to be addressed as a mere Ghoul. It reminded him too much of the ferals who lived in the depths of the museum; he spat on his boot.

"Because I'm a Ghoul"! "You smoothskins don't have near as much resiliency as Ghouls do"!

The man thrust the butt of his gun into the ghoul bleeding out on the pavement.

"You sicken me I hope the hounds feast on your rotting ghoul flesh!"

Mustering all of his strength he spun his body and tripped up the man catching him off guard; he only did this out of anger not for plans of killing him but the gun landed painfully on his stomach wound, He spun around gun in his hands and pulled the trigger. The man's head was closer than he expected as brains exploded out of his head and splattering on the ground behind him.

He spent the next hour trying to move the man's body to position his pack to where he could reach it. As soon as he found some water and some stimpacks he saw a green light shining on his face. He didn't quite know what it was and he looked through the pack and found the green light coming from something strapped onto his arm with small letters etched into the bottom of the screen.

Pip Boy 5000

He took it and put it into his pack and feeling a bit better; after taking all he wanted limped back to the underworld to Try to find any survivors.