"Finally some fucking pants that fit! Ratty as hell but they fit, and they're a helluva lot better than that blue monkey suit I was forced into by those smiling freaks " I announce aloud as I hook my machete onto my new belt. Grabbing the rest of my weapons and duffle bag and head out onto the road leading east out of Sanctuary to Concord. "Hopefully there's something worth taking out there." I sigh as I look out into the great commonwealth before starting my new journey one dirty grimy step at a time.
The journey to Concord had left much to be desired except for a feral dog that I quickly dispatched with a quick swing of my machete. The sharp cracks of gunfire arise as I grow near Concord and break into a light jog ready to see some real action. I quickly spot a few men talking in the corner store between him and the firefight raging in the street. One of the men seems to take notice of my presence as I get closer to the store, soon enough all eyes are on the approaching stranger.
"Who the fuck are you asshole?" the biggest of the three men in the store shouts. "The name is Draven, Who the fuck are you asshole?" I ask. "Name's Gristle, and it looks like you need a job." says the big man.
"Why do you say that?" I reply
"Well considering how you are only wearing pants in a place like this you must be broke or jjust fucking high " He says then points at the bodies down the street "And I could use some more men."
''Well I could definitely use some new clothes.. What's the job?"
"My boss wants the old lady these self righteous fucks are protecting, and if you can get us that old lady you'll get your clothes.. or I can shoot you right now if you'd like."
"I'll take it. Seeing as I don't much feel like getting shot today and I could really use the clothes. " luckily for me forcing my way into places I'm not wanted is a specialty of mine.
"Good choice" says Gristle holstering his fairly large revolver.
Sneaking across the street I find a small alley leading towards the Museum. Peeking around the corner into the alley I get a glimpse of what seems to be a man in leathers brutalizing a corpse with a baseball bat with.. Are those high heels? Yes those are heels strapped to a bat. As the man finishes his violent corpse beating he sits in the gore taking a hit of jet before passing out. Slipping past him i get the end of the alley hiding behind soe garbage to see the man on the balcony
Looks like he is using some sort of homemade machine gun. Slowly and carefully i get close enough to use my Pistol, and with one shot he never knew what hit him. Moving to the front door I wave Gristle and his men up the street.
"Nice shot Draven, did you see Ratchet in the alley? He went back there earlier chasing someone" Gristle says as he leans on the wall loading his pipe submachine gun,
"If he's the psycho napping in a pile of guts then yea." he shakes his head muttering before one of the others kicks the door open rushing in.
Moving in the first thing I see is the two guards on the walkway too surprised to react so we quickly dispatch them both before they can even get their guns up. I try to go through the gate in front of me but it's locked from the other side. Spotting a passage to the right I decide to go that way, but after a few steps I hear automated voices being triggered around the corner. I grab a fake musket from a mannequin dressed as a redcoat from the revolutionary war. I hear the floorboard creak, and then spot a silhouette coming around the corner. I swing the gun as hard as I can breaking it across his face. He falls to the ground groaning in pain, so I take the broken end jamming it into his throat leaving him to choke on blood and splinters. Snatching up his shotgun and shells I heard through the halls back to the lobby.
Back in the lobby area of the museum, I unlock the gate as the group comes through lead by Gristle. "Damn son, I had a feeling I'd like you. Now let's go get that old bitch." moving through the rest of the museum we butcher all the opposition along the way. Upon reaching the last room Gristle says "Draven I believe the honor is all yours." I kick the door in as hard as possible before leveling the barrel of my new shotgun on the first person I see and with a thunderous roar.
"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND NOW!"
The man in the grimy overalls on the other side had just begun to raise his weapon before I let both barrels loose directly into his chest launching him backwards into a workbench. Immediately after, a man in a funny hat slammed into my side, smashing me into the shelf in the corner as we began violently rolling around in the filth covered carpets before I managed to get my hand around a wrench and slam it into his skull with a sickening crack. After I push his now limp form off of me i Stand shakily. I grab my shotgun looking around seeing blood and bodies of all the others in the room with Gristle holding the old lady at gunpoint.
"I see a gem.. A glowing gem in the ruins of the city.. Oh my.." the old lady trails off as Gristle yanks her out of the chair and to her feet.