CHAPTER 1- Rude Awakening

It had been a long day the end to a long week for Thomas Anderson his work had been more exhausting than normal due to his supervisor's failing health a new hire taking a leave of absence instead of putting some things on hold until they returned his bosses had wanted things more things done in less time it had been draining to him mentally and physically he was intending to spend his weekend relaxing and doing absolutely nothing before returning to the hell he called a job that was until his older brother had suggested using the weekend to spend some time together Thomas really didn't want to do this he was already running on fumes, but he didn't get to hang out with his brother often their schedules not lining up often and him being too tired most of the time, so he had spent Saturday on the gun range not even bothering to get some sleep before going that he managed to keep standing let alone drive home was impressive when he arrived Tom had collapsed onto his bed immediately his rifle an AR chambered in .308 in its case and the ammo bag at the side of his bed frame his sidearm a 1911 chambered on 10 mm and his dagger both still on his hip he hadn't even remembered closing his eyes he had begun to stir the feeling of the sun on his face and the hard ground underneath his back causing a sense of confusion finally snapping awake to the sound of shuffling feet and a cry of "I'm gonna mount you on my fucking wall!" he saw a ragged looking man in what he assumed to be armor cobbled together from scrap metal leathery rags and a tire with what looked like a fireman's helmet and a pistol in his hand instinct and panic taking over tom snatched his own pistol from its holster and put a few rounds in to the man's mostly exposed chest luck and no small amount of fear induced adrenaline had made him quicker on the draw the man hit the ground barely having raised his gun pushing the rifle case off his chest it having fallen onto him during his slumber he got to his feet checking for more would be killers

Satisfied he took in his surroundings it was desolate ruined buildings and roads scattered in every direction he was no longer in his home and though he recognized where he was the open topped dome made of scrape with a turbine at its entrance to the southeast was instantly recognizable it was megaton and judging from the distance vault 101 would be right beneath his feet he knew not how he came to the capital wasteland from the real world but, he knew this was no dream thinking to himself there wasn't anything he could do he wasn't a scientist it wasn't like he could just build a device to take him back to his world of origin, but he knew much of the world of fallout there were those that might resolving to make a life for himself here at least for the time being he gathered his rifle and ammo and went over to where what he now recognized as a raider was lying dead he searched the dead man's pockets finding a pair of brass knuckles 20 caps some cigarettes 5 10 mm rounds 2 tins of cram and some jet falling into his old habit of taking everything that wasn't nailed down to later sell he grabbed the 10 mm pistol the raider had and made what room he could for his new loot in the pockets of his rifle case and ammo bag then stripping the raider of his armor he set off for megaton his trek was quick and thankfully uneventful as he approached the turbine began to spin lifting the two large slabs of metal that blocked the gate to the town "Welcome to Megaton. The bomb is perfectly safe. We promise." said deputy weld as Tom walked past entering megaton, he was approached by Lucas Simms "Greetings name's Lucas Simms, town sheriff. And mayor too, when the need arises." he said reaching out his hand Tom knew Simms to be a good man but felt it wise to be cautious gave the sheriff a firm handshake said "A pleasure to meet you sheriff you can call me Nomad" if he was honest with himself, he looked like he just stepped out of a Tom Clancy game he was surprisingly similar in appearance to the fictional operator only much younger at 24 and with much more of a gut tom was out of shape but the wasteland shape him into a survivor that is if it didn't kill him first the sheriff looked him up and down "I don't know why, something tells me you're all right. So welcome to Megaton Just holler if you need anything" he said bringing Nomad out of his thoughts he released the sheriff's hand and said "Thank you sheriff you'll be the first I go to If I need help" with that they went on their separate ways and Tom or Nomad as he was now calling himself made his way to Moira's store.

Stopping before entering he went to the table in front of the general store and took stock of his inventory taking the raider pistol and emptying the 12 rounds from its magazine in all he had with the raider's ammo added to his he had 142 10 mm rounds and 3 mags for his 1911 he also had 85 rounds of .308 and 3 mags for his air he would have to be conservative with his ammo he didn't have the equipment or resources to make more he would have to favor his knife and sidearm, for now, he was a fair shot with a rifle though his brother was the army veteran not him his close-range aim wasn't very good making his first encounter impressive. He figured he would keep the food, chems, and, caps, and he would sell the armor pistol and knuckles he had to travel lightly for now as he entered Moira's store he saw her sweeping the floor towards the back noticing her new costumer she leaned her broom on the wall and walked behind the counter greeting him "Hey, new in town Good to meet you I'm Moira Brown. I take care of supplies and repairs here, but what I really do is mostly tinkering and research." he had always found Moira a little annoying but was never really bothered by her, he knew the game and everything in it would have looked differently, but it did not do her justice Nomad seemed to have a thing for red heads but even disregarding that Moira was considerably more attractive than he would have thought pushing these thoughts away he said, "Yes, I only arrived in the capital wasteland recently, and I was lucky enough to see your town in the distance, so I made my way here" it wasn't necessarily a lie not that he really cared, but it was best to keep his true nature to himself for now not that anyone would believe him though now that he thought about it Moira might "I was hoping to sell a couple of things" "sure" Moira replied always chipper as can be he considered himself lucky to make 279 caps off of the armor gun and knuckles as he made his way to the door "Say, I'm working on a book about the Wasteland would you be interested in helping me?" that had caught him off guard "another time perhaps say could you tell me today's date?" she looked a bit puzzled at him "August 16 why?" he smiled a plan was forming in his mind "no reason" he said he left thinking to himself that he'd need to find a place to rest for the night tomorrow was going to be a big day.

And that'll do for the first chapter. I've had this habit of getting really into background lore and world building of franchises I take a liking to and would eventually end up think about applications for things in them and what I would do with my knowledge of these universes so I figured I'd finally put them to paper in this story. I must confess it has been years since I wrote anything and that was back in my school days so by all means feel free to tear the story apart and make me feel bad about myself(that was a joke don't be a dick). More to come.