Yay for updating! :D Okay, a few things to make sure you know before reading this:
1: I will be making up my own mobs (you know... monsters) and shit like that.
2: This is going to be (hopefully) graphic and it is not for the silly childrenz!
3: This is how you pronounce the Raider names:
(a) Iray [ee-ray]
(b) Frav [frayv]
(c) Heathe [heeth]
(g) Pent, Ark, Hart, Ent, Lant and Kraz are pronounced the way they're spelled
The names of Tell, Ark, Heathe, and Hart are actually based off of a particularly disturbing dream I had once, and Ark was... like this kind of. I'm trying to keep this based around a to-be luvvv with Charon, but it seems inevitable that a spin-off based around Ark will occur... Anywhos, read on! Reviews get updates faster... REVIEW MEH.
There were... six of them - not including the three who'd brought me here. Four women, five men all together, each dirtier and more confused than the next. Every one of them had bloodshot eyes, half-lidded, and dark, greasy hair done up in different hairstyles the Overseer would rip your balls off for wearing. There was one who kept staring at my eyes - I think he wasn't quite as high as the others, from the way he seemed to actually be aware of things. He was tearing into some kind of meat that still clung onto the bone, his teeth coated in the late animal's blood.
I was doing that dumb girl stare at him, too. He could tell. God, I'm stupid. He had hazel eyes, a tall, black mohawk, and dark skin (whether tanned or not I couldn't tell from the lack of lighting in the... wherever we were) and he winked at me when Iray (the guy who'd originally groped my leg) finally shoved me into reality. "Hey, stupid. Paying attention?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"This is our little gang, got that? Need me to repeat that?" I suppose he'd said things while I was staring at the hazel-eyed raider. "That's Hart, Ent, Ark, Heathe, Lant, and Frav." His name was Ark.
The two raiders who'd been with Iray were Pent and Kraz. They had the weirdest names, but I wasn't about to tell them, seeing as how I didn't have a good enough swing to hit bullets away from my face. Hart was the oldest, it seemed - she had bright pink hair done in what looked like a devil-horns attempt, and dark brown eyes concealed behind the blood that had rushed into her sclera; Ent had green hair chopped up to end at her ears and fall around the shaved back of her head; Heathe had black hair that was a shorter, half-assed version of Ark's mohawk; Lant's hair was bright blonde-yellow and was only grown on one half of her head to cover an eye; and Frav's head was completely shaven, letting her pale skin shine in the low amount of light.
Ark smiled and moved towards me. "And why the hell is she here, Iray? We got the girls..."
"You can never have enough ass," Iray rumbled, slapping my ass outwardly, making me jump, which amused the girls around me to no end. I saw Iray wink at Ent, who rolled her eyes, but grinned widely.
"Tell! You got any fuckin' food?" Ark was standing over me, eyes glazed over, failing to kick me awake. Over about a week, I'd found a mattress outside the Metro Tunnel "the gang" lived in, and was able to sleep on something other than a plank of wood set between two trains; and they'd named me Tell for some reason.
"Fuck off, Ark. Shit."
"Come on - I-"
"Hello?" Ark and I stared down the tunnel at the source of the voice. "Hello? Is anyone there? Please, I need help. I think I'm dying."
"Shh, Ark. Shut the fuck up. I'll go see who it is." I slid off the mattress and crouched down, moving slowly down the tunnel towards the still-yelling man. He was going to die - especially if he kept yelling like a stupid fucker. He was standing under a light source, his hands moving quickly against each other in unease. He was old - too old to taste any good - but he was still human.
"Hello? I was told someone lived here. Please, I think there's something wrong with my wife." Wife?
"Sir? What's the matter? Are you okay?" I smiled, putting my hands together to attempt a look of innocence.
"Oh! Thank you! Please, you must help me. My wife..." He moved awkwardly, as if he didn't fit in his skin right. "She needs help. Do you have any experience with medicine?"
"Yes, my dad was a doctor. Just take me to her - I'll see what I can do." He nodded and I followed him back down the tunnel towards where I began to hear whimpering and occasional bursts of screaming. "Wh... What's wrong with her?" I asked, feeling uneasy as we got closer.
His demeanor had changed; his words were solid and he didn't look at me; "We were going to Megaton from far off west; she began acting oddly and we had to stop when she complained about not being able to move her legs. She hasn't been able to eat, and her speech is becoming impeded because her tongue has swollen."
Jesus Christ, just shoot her and get it over with, man. "I... Shit, is that her?" The woman was not skin and bones and I'd expected - she was fuckin' huge for a wastelander. Rolls of misshapen fat fell over her skinny hips and legs as she lay chained to a mattress on the tunnel floor. Her stomach had bloated well over physical possibility, and her eyes were practically fuckin' falling out of her head as he twitched and screeched.
"Yes, this is Jenna." His voice... growled. I turned to the man, feeling as if I should fall to my knees and repent. "She... needs to feed." My eyes widened slightly. He came into the light that hung over the woman and I felt my heart stop; the bags beneath his eyes hung low - low to expose the red arteries beneath his cheeks; his teeth were four times too big, forcing his jaw to hang grotesquely from his skull. He grinned, the folds of skin that had once covered his cheeks."I must, as well."
"Shit, what the fuck, man?" I stumbled away from the man and his wife, calling down the tunnel desperately; "Ark! Shit, Ark!"
Normally, Raiders are every-man-for-himself, and I would be fucked a thousand times in this situation (figuratively, of course, seeing as how feeding probably doesn't mean eating pussy); however, Ark had been doing a lot for me that Lant told me normal Raiders don't do; i.e. smiling, giving me a bite of his catch, and letting me follow him to watch 'hunts.' So, of course I hoped to God this was another instance in which Ark would ignore his Raider instincts and come fucking help me. "Tell?" he called back.
"What the fuck are you?"
"I... don't know," the thing growled. I watched as its skin melted from the muscles beneath, exposing rotten, decomposing internal organs where the muscle had dissolved or decayed. Veins poured blood onto the floor, detaching from where they had once been held. "But... I'm so hungry..."
The woman's chains exploded from her wrists and ankles, and she stood, her stomach touching the ground. I gagged at the stench. Suddenly, she grabbed at the front of her bloated abdomen, digging her fingers through her flesh, ripping back the green-tinted skin. Black, putrid, decayed insides poured out onto the ground - acids of the decomposing body flooding around my feet. I vomited just as I saw Ark in the corner of my eye.
He was taking aim as the wasteland monster stepped closer, its wife still pouring its insides onto the floor. "We are so hungry..."
Its stench was overwhelming and tears welled in my eyes. I was so not ready to die - and there was no way in fucking hell that I was going to be torn apart by fuckin' zombies while a hot guy watches. Oh, goddammit. You always realize shit when it's too late...
"Ark..." I murmured.
"Your Ark will not come, Noah," the zombie growled, opening its jaws, large teeth separating to show a long tongue hanging over a mutated lower jaw. It flew sideways suddenly, acid burning my face, making me scream. The woman-thing fell quicky as Ark's bullet smashed into its face. Both bled something the color of piss, some of which had splattered on my skin.
"Fuck! It fuckin' burns!" Ark had come up to me and was trying to shut me up. "Fuck... fuck... what is this? What the fuck is this?" Ark grabbed water from a bag he hung at his hip, pouring it onto my head, chest, and arms where the acid had landed. Tingling overwhelmed my skin, now, from the radiation, but the acidic burn had subsided quickly. The things were like fuckin' flies or some shit...
"You okay?"
"... Ark...." Fuckin' raiders don't save girls unless... Unless they were like Iray and Ent...