Hybrid

Chapter 2; A new Beginning

Jay

The house, and the world for that matter, spun as I heard the crack that I know well the be gunfire. Amplified by not only my hearing, but by echoing off the walls, deafened me for a few seconds.

"M... Mom?" I called, hoping for an answer, I crept silently into the room, seeing the gun in her hands, the blood splatter on the wall, shaking I walked over to the note on the stand next to her.

"Jay, I'm so, so sorry. I can't handle this life anymore, I know you're plenty strong enough to survive in this god forsaken world, make your way to Vegas, I know it's a long way from here, but I have a contact that can help you, she goes by "The Lone Wanderer" he can help you, take the pistol, good luck, I love you, my son." I read out loud.

21S

The dirt patterned against the dead wood of the shoddy coffin I had made to house my mother's body as I buried her.

"Are you Jay?" I heard a feminine voice from behind me, I drew my pistol and spun around, the female wore a vault suit with armor pieces expertly attached, a 10mm pistol by her side, an assault rifle on her back.

"Who wants to know? Are you the Lone Wanderer?" I said, hand shaking.

"Yeah, that's me, but you can call me Billie, I'm supposed to take you to Vegas." She gestured for me to follow, I finished burying my mother and followed, cautious as to if I was being lead to Vegas, or into a trap. "Dogmeat! Here boy!"

"Who?"

"My dog, I've had him forever. Well, since I was 19 at least."

"And how old are you now?"

"23."

"Ah. I'm about that old too."

"I'd say, what's with the, ahh-"

"The horns, claws and scales? Half Deathclaw, it's a long story."

"Oh. Your mother did mention you were a very... Unique individual. I thought it'd be a bit... Less than that."

"Yeah, thanks Billie I can tell you're just the nicest person around."

"Hey, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just kinda thrown off, alright? Just, I'm sorry."

"I was just fucking with you. I couldn't give a damn. If someone has a problem I can deal with it."

"Good to know. What weapons are you good with?"

"Gun, sword, claws. Give me anything that can be used and I'll figure it out from there."

"You seem like a very talented individual."

"I guess. But I definitely prefer a sword or my claws, just... Something about how close you are, how you can feel them dying. It's satisfying, beautiful really."

"I see. Sounds... Scary. We've got about a week walk from here. You think you can make it?"

"I could probably pick you up on my back and sprint to Vegas and be there in under five days. But that's not a good idea, considering the mutants and Cazadores that've moved into the nearby areas."

"Cazadores?"

"Really big, scary bees."

"Oh. Well, probably should keep that idea as a last resort then."

"Makes sense. Fuckin author and his terrible strategies..."

Cut!

Hey guys! Another long wait and I apologize, hopefully I can get back into a schedule like I did when I was first doing this! But of course life is going to likely fuck me over! Read on!