Sole Survivor was scratching at Dogmeat's head, feeling at peace with himself. The whole world may have gone to shit, but at least there was still someone who cared about him. Even if it was a dog. Suddenly, Dogmeat grew incredibly tense. His back went rigid and his lips pulled back into a snarl, showing off his sharp teeth. A feral growl grew from the dog's throat, as Dogmeat went down on the ground. The Sole Survivor's hand automatically went to his pistol, as he followed his pet dog. Dogmeat only got like this if there was an enemy around, and it would have to be a pretty dangerous one if Dogmeat wasn't automatically rushing after them.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dogmeat reached the edge of a cliff. He stopped and began growling loudly. The Sole Survivor looked down, and surveyed the scene unfolding underneath him. There were three tanks parked underneath the cliff, which was an unusual sight given that most people in the Commonwealth had never even seen a tank, let alone driven one. They didn't look like the tanks that were from The Sole Survivor's era, which were a lot more basic. These tanks looked almost futuristic. Whoever owned these tanks must have known their stuff. The Sole Survivor unholstered his pistol, and began making his descent down. If he was going to fight someone, he'd do it face to face.
As The Sole Survivor reached the bottom of the cliff, all hell began to break loose. The sound of gunfire filled the air, along with the sound of men shouting. The Sole Survivor quickly scrambled behind a boulder, hoping that he hadn't been spotted. Suddenly, a loud booming sound filled the air, causing The Sole Survivor to cover his ears. He was sure that he was going to go deaf. He was so disoriented by the sound that it took him a while to realise that something had landed in his lap. He looked down, and saw that it was an arm. It had been blown off near the shoulder joint, and had a gun gripped in its hand. The Sole Survivor scrambled away, pushing the arm far away from him. Whoever these guys were definitely had some strong fire power.
As the Sole Survivor rested against the cavern wall, he felt his heart stop. The sound of footsteps could be heard, and they were growing louder and louder. Someone was coming towards the Sole Survivor, and they definitely didn't sound friendly.
The Sole Survivor let out a shaky breath as the footsteps suddenly stopped. A crackling sound was heard, followed by someone talking. It sounded like a guy. The Sole Survivor decided to take a risk, and peaked out from his hiding spot. A man was standing there, talking to some unknown person. He was of Asian descent, and was wearing some kind of militia-clothing.
The Asian soldier began to walk forward, and the Sole Survivor quickly ducked back. His heart began to palpitate as the sound of footsteps started up again. Thoughts raced in his mind, as the man grew closer and closer. Had he seen him? The Sole Survivor was pretty sure that he had been fast, but was he fast enough? He pulled out his weapon, prepared to use it to defend his life. If he was going to go down, he was going to go down fighting. Preferable taking one of those bastards down with him.
As the footsteps reached right behind the Sole Survivor, he could feel his anxiety reach critical mass. His heart was smashing against his chest, and he was taking quick shaky breaths. His forehead was drenched in sweat, and his hands started to shake slightly. He was probably going to die, and that thought really didn't comfort him.
The Asian soldier came into view, and the Sole Survivor prepared for the worst. The Asian soldier stood there, scanning the area and then began to walk off. He didn't look back or stop for a second, he just kept on walking. The Sole Survivor sat there, wondering what the hell had just happened. Had he really just cheated death a second time? He was pretty sure his luck was going to run out pretty soon.
As The Sole Survivor thanked his lucky stars, a loud rumbling sound filled his ears. The earth seemed to quake beneath him, and dust fell from the rocky wall behind him. Tanks suddenly appeared, rolling past the Sole Survivor. At least, to the Sole Survivor they looked like tanks. They looked more high-tech than the tanks of the Sole Survivor's era.
One of the tanks started to slow down, which caused the Sole Survivor to become incredibly worried. Had they spotted him? One of the turrets began moving, and the Sole Survivor began aiming his weapon. A shell was fired, but it wasn't aimed at the Sole Survivor. The shell went flying, apparently being aimed at nothing. A confused look on the Sole Survivor's face as the shell went flying into a cliff's edge. What the hell was it going?
It suddenly hit the cliff's edge, and a massive explosion filled the air. The Sole Survivor gripped his ears, as they began to ring. He then felt his jaw drop, as he saw the charred remains of a Vertibird suddenly appear. It had apparently been camouflaged, and had been unnoticed. Whoever these guys were, they definitely were in possession of some high-tech shit.
The Sole Survivor decided that it was the perfect time to make a getaway. He slowly got up, hoping his luck would hold out. Suddenly, a loud voice filled the air, causing the Sole Survivor to nearly jump out of his boots.
"Attention life form!" The voice rang out. "Come on out with your hands up! If you continue to hide, you will be considered an enemy and will be shot at!"
The Sole Survivor let out a groan as he weighed his options. If he ran, he would be shot. If he hid, he would be shot. If he surrendered, he *might* be shot. Cursing under his breath, he knew he only had one option available to him. Raising his arms, the Sole Survivor walked out to meet these mysterious milita men.
As the Sole Survivor walked up to the tanks, two new men appeared. Both were wearing the same type of uniform as their Asian comrade, just with minor changes. A feeling of anxiety began to ball up in the Sole Survivor's chest as he walked up to this mysterious group. Whatever they were doing, it just couldn't be good.
The Asian soldier walked up to the Sole Survivor, a small smile on his face. The Sole Survivor couldn't help but feel worried when seeing that smile. In the Sole Survivor's experiences, no-one smiles like that unless they planned on shoving a knife into someone's stomach.
"Greetings Sole Survivor." The Asian soldier said, nodding his head. "I am Toji."
"You know of me?" The Sole Survivor asked, a confused look on his face.
"Where we come from, you are very well known." Toji responded, a mysterious smile on his face.
"You came from before the War, lived in a place called Sanctuary Hills." Toji stated, the smile on his face growing wider. "You lived with a wife called Nora, and a son called Shaun. The bombs began to fall, and you and your family travelled to Vault 111. You were placed in a cryogenics chamber, where you slept for 200 years."
"How the hell do you know this?" The Sole Survivor questioned, his voice incredibly hoarse.
One of the other men walked up, grinning at The Sole Survivor. He pulled out some kind of futuristic device, which was glowing a light blue. An image suddenly appeared, and a video began to play. The Sole Survivor felt his jaw drop as he saw that he was in the video!
"Watch and learn, Survivor boy." The man said, smiling at The Sole Survivor.
As The Sole Survivor stood there, a feeling of ennui began to build up within his chest. His whole life was just a video game? His wife, his kids, his hardships, his life...all meant nothing? All were just to amuse children? Tears came to his eyes, and he began to ball his hands up into tight fists. He looked up at the sky, cursing any and all deities that could hear him. He honestly didn't know if he wanted to live anymore, after having this bombshell hit him.
Suddenly, a loud whirring sound filled the air. The Sole Survivor and the soldiers looked up, wondering what that noise was. A VertiBird was flying above head, looking really menacing. A symbol was painted on the side of it, and The Sole Survivor felt his heart drop as he noticed it.
"Gunners." The Sole Survivor cursed, a pissed off look on his face. Just when he thought his luck couldn't get any worse...
The ground began exploding around the group, as the Gunners finally got within shooting distance. The soldiers ran into their tanks, all swearing in their respective languages. The Sole Survivor covered his head and got under cover, praying that it would all come to an end soon.
The Sole Survivor looked up, and noticed one of the tanks had began to move. Its turret was moving skyward, and was aiming at the Gunner's Vertibird. The Vertibird was firing at the tank, but the bullets were just bouncing off the hard shell.
The Sole Survivor ducked, as bullets went flying everywhere. He began to curse loudly as one nearly hit him in the face. There was no chance in hell that he was going to die like this.
The Sole Survivor looked up, and noticed one of the soldiers where motioning him forward. Biting his lower lip, The Sole Survivor decided to take a chance. He got up, and began running towards one of the tanks. Bullets went flying all around him, and the ground exploded. He was incredibly thankful that he was wearing dark pants.