'Run! Run! Run!' Were all the thoughts that ran through the mind of a young boy as he runs through the dark woods of a swamp.

He was young, couldn't be older than 14 years old. Long shaggy black hair, green hazel eyes, face cover in dirt, sweat, and mud, common look of a Wastelander. Wearing what be consider a child size version of Leather Armor.

But there was one thing, one thing that said it all that can describe what this boy was feeling... Terror.

"Shit! Shit!" The boy cursed as turn to hide behind a large tree, taking heavy deep breaths, barely doing his best to hold his Chinese Assault Rifle or even just to stay standing against the three. He looked around through the dark foggy woods, his eyes scanning for anything that was hiding from the shadows.

He sigh, cursing under his breath. "Why, just why did I had come to this damn Island?" Right the island... Point Lookout, it's proven be one of his not greatest of decisions. With all the Hillbillies, Swamps, Scavengers, Feral Ghouls, and of course... What he encountered in the Blackhall Mansion.

'Gotta get to the ferry. Gotta get off this fucking Island.' He needed get off this island while he can. But before he could move... He suddenly felt a chill, it felt as if something was trailing down his spine.

"Jooohhnn." The boy's heart nearly stopped soon as the chilling, raspy, voice that just strike one to the core. It was here.

John push from his hiding place, moving himself right in the open. He's eyes wide, maddening, sweat covering his face. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" He lifted his Chinese Assault Rifle to fire wherever his stalker was at, his eyes searching everywhere... But that was when he noticed something, he was under a shadow. 'It's here!' He could hear the clicking of what sounded like claws grinding as if to sharpen themselves for their new prey.

He turned quick as he could to point his gun right at his hunter. But before he could fire a strong force slammed into him, sending him fly into a tree. "GAH!" He groaned in pain as he was slammed, feeling pain moving through his back. He takes out his pistol from it's hostler in hopes trying defend himself against the thing that as attacking him, but a strong grasp grabbed his neck and another his hand. He choked as he was pull from the tree, crying in pain as the thing began crush his hand until it made him drop the pistol to the ground.

When he turn to face his attacker... He was meant with horrid yellow eyes staring as if right into his soul. "Jooohnn!" It rasped, John never felt so terrified in his whole life up till this moment. It let go of his hand, raising it's long arm, it's long sharp claws coming into view for John. He started kicking, tugging, anything he could do to escape the grasp... But it was too late as the arm shot down fast.

"JOOOOOOHHHHHNNNN!"

"AAAAHHHHH!" John screamed as he shot up from his bed, his eyes wide, gasping at every breath, sweat pouring down from his face. "John it's alright! We're here! You're alright."

He felt pair of arms grasp around him, feeling soft skin rubbing against him, he slowly began calm down.

"God, I'm sorry for that you two. Just... Just a bad dream."

It came to him he was still in bed with his lovers, he wasn't in Point Lookout, still in the mobile truck, with Janna and Six. They had left the Mojave Wasteland two weeks ago and where now back in New California, near the Hub.

They have plans to move through the Northwest Commonwealth to avoid going through Legion territory and try take a route John recalled that would take them to Chicago.

"You alright?" John turn to see Six, naked under the covers, her yellow eyes filled with concern, nothing like the yellow eyes that haunted him in the dream.

"It was the memory of Point Lookout wasn't it." Janna asked as she wrap her arms around her lover, pressing herself against him. Janna knew a good amount of details behind John's life, a factor that comes with being so close to the man, and knew full well the experience it left John. He eased himself in their grasps.

"... Yeah, it was. Just a reminder of evil lurking through the world." One that served as a reminder of the scars it left on him greatly, one that still haunts him to this day. His seen his share of horrors while traveling through the Capital Wasteland years ago in his own attempt in following in the Lone Wanderer's footsteps.

Seeing just what horrors befall DC... But Point Lookout though ended up reminding him one thing.

You don't see the monster in your closet... Until it pounces out at you from the shadows.

"But it's alright, you're not there anymore, you're here with us." Six leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips, putting him in ease. "Thanks, I appreciate it." He started go back on the bed, Janna ready get back resting her head on his shoulder as was Six... That was until the door of their room was slammed open.

"What's going on?! I heard screaming!"

John shot out of bed, ready to attack whoever came in, Six and Janna doing the same as the Russian woman grabbed her pistol from her hiding spot in the bed while Six grabbing Big Boomer from where she left with rest of their clothes.

But suddenly John stopped himself once he saw who it was, "It's alright Cass no one else but us. Just waking up from a bad dream." He said as he relaxed himself.

Cass was standing in the doorway, armed with her Hunting Shotgun or as she calls it 'Dinner Bell'. Wearing nothing but her red nightwear that did very little hide her figure or her cleavage to the people in the room, her red hair hanging loose.

"Shit hate those nightmares of you're's John. Was sleeping good before all that." She grumbled as she sets Dinner Bell down, relaxing now knowing it was nothing. John rubbed back of his neck, now feeling slightly guilty for all this, "Apologizes for that."

Janna grumbled as she sets her pistol back in it's spot in the bed as Six's did the same with Big Boomer.

"Yeah well what's done is done but shit John... You gonna need make it up to me one of these dams days with the pace you three are keeping me up in the nights." Yeah their threesome affairs were getting kinda annoying given her room was not far from theirs, earplugs didn't even helped.

"Well you can always join us Cass? If you can't beat them, join them as the saying goes." Grinned Six as she crosses her arms under her breasts. That of course was met with disapproving stares from John and Janna.

"Oh no. Tempting as that is... I'm not gonna get caught in that cazador trap." Besides Cass respects John too much just make it a one night stand or anything like that and even if you do... John has a way of making you stay.

Just as Cass was about to leave she does though give one last look to John. "Oh and John... Nice dick you got there." She winks at him before leaving, closing the door. John rolled his eyes and turns get back into bed with Six and Janna, pulling the blankets open enough for him get in.

"You know she's right, we could try at least make it more quiet." Six snorted as she takes her side by John, cuddling him tight as did Janna. "We could but I think that's mostly your fault for being that good in bed John." She muttered as she was slowly getting back to sleep, just feeling too tired to argue.

John sigh but was about do the same but he feels Janna's hand cupping his chin. "You gonna be alright now lyubov moya?" There was still some level of concern in her purple eyes as she stares into John's greenish hazel eyes, while she has not known John long as Six has had but that does not mean she didn't feel same level of feelings as Six did or know when something was wrong.

"... Yeah, I think I'm gonna be, with you two here it makes it all more pleasant and enjoyable." Janna knew he meant that.

"Sweet talker." She kisses him lightly on the lips before then resting her head on his shoulder, slowly getting back into sleep. But John stay up for a bit, thinking about the dream he had.

'Why now?' He hadn't had those nightmares in a long time, not since he left the Capital Wasteland years ago, his mind sometimes did drifted to his experience encounter with that thing he barely escaped from Point Lookout. But the nightmares stopped though, he didn't end up having them almost every night since his adventure in Point Lookout.

'Why are they coming back now?' That bother John more he thought about it. Still as he felt both sleeping forms of his lovers it began ease him, relaxing him. "Let's hope their stop." He quietly mutter to himself as he began fall asleep, feeling the warmth from Janna and Six.

He did not had another nightmare after that night.

A/N: Short and some may see it as filler but it was meant serve the purpose of showing some insight on John Watsman as a character. He is a dangerous, he is good man who tries do what his right, those are traits about him but that doesn't he aren't perfect, he is indeed haunted by the things he has seen in the Wastelands. Like the nightmare he had in this chapter served to remind him of what kind of evils there are just hiding in the world. Anyway I hope enjoy it and yes there's probably couple grammar typos and etc with couple other issues I know. I try my best always but hey, no one is perfect. But anyway I want thank all those who reviewed my last chapter, they helped serve purpose to the story indeed.

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Thanks again everyone and to Jacob Sailer for giving me input and advise on this chapter, thank you very much. Till next time everyone.

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