Fallout: D.C. Rangers- The Rookie
Chapter 1: A Tough choice
"Enclave bastards can't even take down a few Deathclaws, fucking pussies". My name is Victoria "Deadpan" Pitch, a Ranger with the DC Rangers, born and raised in the shithole called The Capital Wasteland.
"Damn they killed an Alpha Male guess they weren't as big pussies as I made they out to be- oh lookie here, someone isn't dead". Under a outcropping was a young Enclave soldier, couldn't have been more than 19 years old, he was bleeding pretty bad and i felt the need to help him, but he was Enclave, fascist pychos might as well talk to him.
"Please *coughs up blood* please don't kill me" the soldier says.
"Why hello Mr Johnny America how're you doin today, whats your name kid?" I said.
"My name is Private David Crusoe of the 46th Enclave Verti-"
"Cut the crap Davy Crockett you don't look like you kill a single person, let alone be a fascist purist" I said.
"*he starts to tear up* you're right, they took me from my settlement down in Andale, they just"-
"Oooooh Andale, that town full of Cannibals, heard the Lone Wanderer wiped those bastards off Earth" I said.
"What?!" He yelled causing a spasm of coughing.
"Oh don't worry the Lone Wanderer spared the kiddies and some old man, so down to business, i'm the only person for miles who can help you, but you're with the Enclave, so I have one question"
"What is it" He asked.
"Do you want to live and pretect people, or die knwing that you've done nothing but wrong in your life" I said.
He was crying now, between he shattered blood stained Power Armor and his baby face with tears streaming down it I couldn't stand the sight of him. Then he just stopped, he looked at me and said.
"I want the corpses of my Enclave Commanders who forced me to do unspeakable things to the people of the wasteland, I want to live the rest of this life knowing I'm doing good"
" *I smiled* Perfect"
To Be Continued