Well, I guess I'm continuing this. I was going to work on this on my own time, but meh. Fanfiction has become an addiction of sorts xD
The barn has been taking a beating from the storm, and part of the roof had collapsed. "Faith, we need to go. Now. This barn isn't gonna take much more of this." I say, getting back in the truck. She nods, and starts the truck, revving the engine and gunning it through the barn doors. I laugh loudly, and she peels away from the farm, hitting almost 80 in the 10 ton vehicle. She slows down after, and I smile. "Never change, Faith." I say, and she chuckles. "Never planned on it." She responds.
Faith yawns, and speaks. "Jakob, can you drive for now? I'm getting tired." She says, with good reason, as she's been driving for the past 3 or 4 hours. I nod, and she pulls over, getting in the back after I get in the drivers' seat. I begin driving again, and speak. "Hey Siri, plan a course for New Vegas, Nevada." I say, and my phone lights up, the centuries old tech speaking back. "Already done. Sending the course to your Pip-Boy's GPS." I smirk, and take it off, setting it on the dash.
-Almost a day later-
We arrive in New Vegas, and the Securitrons at the gate stop us. "Identification, please." One of them says, and I hand him my NCR Military ID card. He waves us on, after giving me the ID back, and I pull up on the Lucky 38, driving into the multicar garage. We all get out, and I sniff the air, smelling years of abandonment and death. "Now, we're here to see an old friend of mine. His name's Sam 'The Courier' Price." I say, yawning. We walk to the elevators, and I press a button, calling the elevator. I'm surprised when I see Sam standing there in a set of X-01 power armor, a rare find in the Mojave Wastes. "Holy hell, man. Where did you get that?" I ask, utter confusion on my face. "Well, I know people out in the Commonwealth." He says. I fist bump him. "Nice." I say.
-Many days later-
After collecting the T-60f from Sam, we (somehow) haul it into the back of the truck, and drive off. Faith speaks up. "Umm guys? We've got a problem." She says, two BoS Vertibird's flying overhead. I swing the turret around, and spool up the Vulcan. I open fire, the steady bbrrrrtttttttttt of the minigun the only thing I can hear. Many holes appear in one of the Vertibirds, one round hitting the pilot and sending it into a flaming spin. It hits the ground with a small nuclear explosion, shaking the ground behind us. I spin the turret around, firing at the other vertibird, smirking as a round hits the pilot, not noticing as a burst of lasers melt through the plexiglass windows, a round slipping through the hole and nailing Lauren in the shoulder. She cries out in pain, grabbing her shoulder in an effort to stop the bleeding, whining softly. i spin around and target the last helo, smirking, the pilot not standing a chance. I unload the rest of the belt, about 150 rounds, into the bird, and laugh softly, seeing it spin out in a ball of flames. I close up the turret, getting down in the backseat with Lauren. I look at her, and realize she had taken a round in the fight. "Shit. Faith, keep this thing steady." I say, and look Lauren in the eyes. "Brace. This is gonna hurt a lot." I say, trying to dig the bullet out. She yells out in pain, and takes my free hand, squeezing hard.
Soon after I pull out the bullet, and inject her with a Stimpak, seeing the wound close before my eyes. I sigh, and kiss her gently, smiling. "You'll be alright. Wasn't a hollow-point, didn't go very deep." I say, my eyes shifting colors to a dark brown. She nods, and hugs me tightly, sighing. "I know.." she says, and lets me go. I sigh, and slowly crawl into the back of the LAPCV, lying down on the cot in the back,
-Many hours later-
I must've fallen asleep, as Lauren taps my leg to wake me up. "Jake, we're here." She says, simply kissing my cheek. I mumble something incoherent, and note the fact that Faith is playing Metallica, a centuries old metal band that my father listened to. I open my eyes, and look out the bullet-resistant window, and my eyes widen. "B-But… California was annihilated in the war. We can't be where I think we are." I say, seeing a 'Welcome to San Francisco' sign. I blink a few times, and yawn. "Faith, where we headed next?" I ask. "Nowhere in particular. Why?" she responds, and I shrug. "I dunno. I was just asking." I say, and yawn again. I pull out my laptop, and set it on the table hanging off the seat. It immediately falls, and I sigh, hearing a heavy thunk. "I hope nothing broke.." I say, and immediately pick up the computer, and get a small Philips Head screwdriver, opening it and seeing the case of the back-up SSD is cracked. "Dammit." I say, taking it out, opening the case, seeing the main board cracked. "I didn't want to have to scavenge for another goddamn solid-state in this wasteland…" I sigh.
I get out of the truck, Faith parking us outside an old Best-Buy, and grab Lauren and my trusty Desert Eagle. I kick in one of the doors, and look around. "Alright Lauren. You know what we're after?" I ask. "Yeah. A one terabyte solid state drive. Though I don't understand why you need that much storage space." She says, and laughs softly. "I need that much storage for all the military grade stuff I've got on that laptop. All the hacking software, the programs I need to run this operation." I say, and shoot a Ghoul in the face, the .50 AE round exploding its head. "That was, needlessly graphic." Lauren says, prompting me to laugh. "Graphic? I've got guns that'll do worse." I say, pulling out my shotgun, loading slugs. I smirk, and see a deathclaw in the distance. "Shit. Deathclaw… Don't move." I say, pulling out a large AMR. I take aim, and fire, the recoil pushing me back a little. The deathclaws' head explodes in a shower of grey matter and pink mist. I walk into the electronics aisle, seeing a refurbished Seagate 1TB drive. I smile, and pick up the box, feeling the weight. I open the package, and smirk, seeing a drive, putting it in my backpack.
When we exit the store, I see the LAPCV, and hum, walking to it, opening the door, seeing Faith watching an episode of The DickeyDines Show, an old-world YouTube series, smiling. "I knew I'd rub off on you." I say, and laugh, getting in, stowing the AMR on the weapons rack. I sigh, and sit down in the back seat, grabbing my laptop, opening it again, putting the new drive in. I sigh softly, and put it down, not bothering to boot it.
Okay… The Hole is by far my most popular story, clocking in at a- HOLY SHIT! 551 VIEWS! HOT DAMN! I never expected that many people to read my angsty emo-trash fanfictions XD now, keep up the good work, recruits. Now, I'm officially changing my username from EL33TGAMES to Phoenix of The Midwest, so yeah. I'm doing so because I've risen from the ashes of my failure several times, and came back better than before. Plus, I live in the Midwest USA. So… yeah.
