Time seemed to be frozen in place. Dom inched slowly to where his wife lay, buried under the debris from the blown out wall. Her unblinking eyes staring at the carnage that unfolded outside. He dropped to his knees, cupping her face in his hands. He wiped away the blood that masked her features, tears running down his own. Once finished, Dom placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, closing her eyes.

Tears now uncontrollably rolling down his face, Dom looked at their bed and back at her. As delicately as he could, Dom pulled the mess off of her. With each brick he threw away, more of Sarah's mangled body came into view. With the last of the pile off her, Dom placed her on the bed, arms folded over her chest. Hearing the slaughter outside turn into a full blown battle, he began packing his gear.

Grabbing his rifle, Dom was taken back by what he saw. On the ground beside the table laid Sarah's 10mm pistol with her sunglasses neatly on top. Seeing this as her final gift to him, he held the glasses as if any amount of pressure would cause them to snap. He gently put them on, the world growing a bit dim as he did. He then picked up her pistol, checking to make sure there was ammo in the clip. Seeing that the clip was full, he placed it back in the weapon.

He gazed at his Sarah, feeling another wave of tears fill his eyes. Even in death, she looked as beautiful as she did when Dom first laid eyes on her. As Dom slipped into his memories, a man weilding a battered baton came through the crater that use to be a wall, looking to take his victim by surprise. Dom turned and before he could react, the man swung, connecting with the left side of Dom's head.

"Wake up! I think you've slept long enough."

Dom could feel the pain travel from his face to the rest of his head. He opened his eyes, vision blurry from the force behind the baton. Taking in his surroundings, Dom first took note of how dark it was. Though his vision was blurred, Dom knew he was not outside, neither the crickets or wind could be heard. In there place was the erie moan of steel tunnels under the earth. He was in a subway station.

Hands bound by handcuffs running through a pipe in the wall, Dom had nowhere to move. Though his legs were free and he was standing, Dom was to weak to use them for anything else. He was hit with the baton again, causing him to spit blood. This amused his captor.

"Haha, what's the matter? Can't take a hit from a wee little stick?" Taunted the raider.

Dom spat out more blood," Having fun?" He asked. The baton then crashed into one of his ribs, causing him to lose his breath.

"The time of my fucking life." Said the raider as he walked over and sat in a chair. Watching Dom struggle for air, he let out a dry laugh.

"Damn, we haven't even started the really fun stuff yet and you're already winded."

He picked up a ripper from a nearby table, tauntingly waving it around. Getting up from his seat, the raider started it up, inches from Dom's head. As blood flew from the vicious weapon onto his face, Dom wondered if the person hanging from the lightpole suffered the same fate. Thinking of the missings leg and forearms, he decided it was very plausable. The raider stopped the hazing, turning back to his seat.

He sat down, switiching the ripper for Dom's sunglasses. Seeing his captor handle them, Dom went ballistic, trying to rip the handcuffs from the pipe. The raider laughed, twirling the glasses hoping to get a stronger reaction from his captive. Dom hurled insults and threats as he pulled, his wrists bleeding from steel entering flesh. The raider was now doubled over, out of breath from laughing so much. As he caught his breath, he rose up and gave Dom an impish grin. He walked over to the table, setting the glasses on it and grabbing the ripper. Realizing what he was doing, Dom went into a hulkish state, pulling at his binds while threatening the most gruesome deaths even the raider never thoughth of.

A sudden snap could be heard. Dom was now hurdling toward his captor, consumed by a blind rage. Before the raider could react, Dom was now on top of him, grappling for control of the ripper. Both men had both hands on the savage weapon, using brute strength to finish the other. Holding the superior position, Dom slowly overpowered his opponent, the ripper inching closer to the raiders throat. As the first cuts were made, the raider let out a howl, which turned into a disturbing gurgle of blood as the weapon dug deeper into his neck. With a final thrust, Dom decapitated him, his face forever contorted into a pained expression.

Dom stood up, taking a second to process what happened. Looking at the fresh corpse, he realized he was still holding the whirling ripper, bits of blood and flesh still flying from it. Shutting it off, he walked over to the table. Laying the weapon on it, Dom picked up his sunglasses, cleaning them of blood. Looking for the rest of his equipment, he saw his gear pushed under a bed on the opposite side of the subway station. Making his way to the other end, Dom pondered why no other raiders were in the vicinity. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, he accepted it as a stoke of luck.

With his equipment now settled in their proper posistions, Dom walked up the broken down esculators, careful not to make to much noise. Hearing a drip, he looked at his wrists, the cuffs still dug into the skin. As careful as he could, he slowly pulled them out, using the blood to slip them off his hands. Injecting half a stimpak into each wrist, he gritted his teeth as the wounds slowly stitched back to normal. He moved them around, testing the handywork of the injection. Once satisfied, he made his way out to the unforgiving land, the sun scorching the dry earth.

With no one in sight, Dom bolted down the road, his feet burning from the sizzling concrete. The road curled up over a hill, forcing him to use his hands to make it to the top. As he reached the tallest point, Dom looked over the horizon. Not far in the distance he could see what looked to be a metal fort. Upon closer inspection, Dom thought he could see a tiny caravan making its way there. Feeling it to be a safe bet, he made his way to the crude looking town, hoping this one would be friendly.

A/N: Really feel like I should have finished this a few days ago, though a case of writers block left me sidelined for awhile.

Thanks for reading, and thanks to Stelm for the review. Any are appreciated!