Hey guys! This is, of course, the second chapter of Fallout: Absent Mercy. I would like you guys to know that from now on, I will be posting a new chapter to this story once every Wednesday. Thanks for reading and please send me a review, each one helps. See you all next week! -Gaming in Honor
Chapter 2: Abandonment
The human tank that stood before me didn't look as friendly as he seemed to be.
"You okay, kid? Need some help?' The man said to me, putting both of his hands on my shoulders. I didn't move, and him trying to be caring scared me even more than his armor. It was combat armor for sure, but was made of metal. His revolver was still smoking in his holster, and didn't help him and his attempt to sooth me.
"W-what are you?" I asked in a horrified sense of curiosity. If i could see through his helmet, that feeling in my gut might be quenched.
"I know that you're scared kid, so i will tell you my names." The armored man took his hands off of my shoulders and waiting until he knew i was listening. "I am The Lonesome Wanderer, The Absent Mercy, and Paladin of The Brotherhood of Steel. But you can call me by my real name, Richard." Richard then took off his helmet. His face had a strange expression on it, discerning yet murderous at the same time. "Now that you know my name, how 'bout you tell me your's?" Richard seemed like he had interrogated people before, and the angry look on his face seemed routine.
"My name's Will, sir." I my attention then went to another group of five bandits walking down the street behind Richard. I pushed the Paladin away, grabbed my rifle, and managed to shoot one of the Wasteland-tempered men in the shoulder, putting him on the ground in pain. Richard was surprised at first, but instinctively pulled his revolver from it's holster and made quick work of three of them before pulling me into an alleyway as the only standing bandit threw a grenade where we were standing. He shielded me from the explosion and put two bullets into his revolver. Peeking around the corner, Richard pulled the trigger, and the last bandit's body made a loud thump as it landed on the cracked asphalt.
"Holy shit." I said. Richard's marksmanship shocked me. He managed to hit a man in between the eyes from 150 feet away almost, and with a 44. Magnum to boot.
"Oh fuck..." Spoke the only remaining bandit as he started to run away in sheer terror. Richard took my rifle off of the ground, waited for a second, then put a hole where the man's heart was.
"Gonna have to report this to the Elder, convince him to bump up security so we can make sure no raiders will try to attack the bunker. Might as well take you along to, kid." Richard gave me my rifle and a pat on the back, then motioned me to follow him. We walked until we reached a large concrete bunker, with a man sized hatch on it. Richard spoke a password into an intercom beside of it, and we entered his underground home.