I look at the large gate made of wood and metal fencing. Torches were lit on both sides of the gate, revealing two men with laser muskets. "Sir," one of the men greeted Preston.
The two men opened the gate allowing the rest of us in the walled place. The walls were made of scrap metal and wood. I look over at a woman who wore leather armor. She was near a large object I did not know what it was. it looked like a large cannon.
"Welcome to outpost Ryan. It was named after a man who faught off some of the remaining Synths. When the rest of his men got here all the Synths had been killed and Ryan himself," Preston said as he walked toward a small building.
I could still feel the barrel against my back. When we reached the small building I saw a small sign. The sign read "Prison." A man and a woman stood, guarding the entrance.
They nodded as Preston opens the door. The rest of the Minutemen had split from us once we had entered the outpost. It was only Preston, Willow and I.
I walked into the building, the building was lightened up by small torches. I could make out more features of Preston. He had short black graying hair, brown eyes and a couple wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Preston was just a little taller than me.
I looked away from Preston and looked at the jail cells in front of me. There were five cells. only one of them had someone in it. The person was a old man, who was wearing raggy clothes.
Preston opened one of the four empty cells. I winced as he pulled out a large knife. "Relax, it's okay. I'm just going to cut you free," he reassured.
I eased up and allowed Preston to cut the rope around my hands, setting them free. "Into the cell!" Willow barked. She pressed the barrel harder against my back, forcing me to move.
I walked forward and into he cell. I turned around as Willow closed the cell door and locked it. I could see more features of Willow. She has long straight blonde hair, dark green eyes, and a round face. She had fair skin and a thin body.
"Willow, let's go," Preston said.
Willow turns around and walked over to Preston who was by the door. I watched as she slightly swayed her hips as she walked. Preston opened the door and the two walked out of the building.
I opened my eyes. The room was fully lit by the sunlight. I looked to my left at the old man's cell. It was two cells from mine. The man was slouched over against the wall.
"Hey buddy, are you alive?" I asked. I didn't get a reply or any kind of response. Suddenly the door swung open and two men entered the building. They walked over to the old man's cell and opened it.
One of the men checked for a pulse. "He's dead," the man informed.
"The bastard was old. Let's get him out of here," the other man said.
I watched as the two men dragged the dead old man out of the building. I was officially alone.
About five minutes later Willow walked Into the building. She had a plate, on the plate was a piece of cooked meat.
I am unsure what kind of meat it is but it smells good, and I don't remember the last time I've eaten.
She slides the plate through the small opening under the bars of the cell. Willow scowls at me. "That settlement you attacked was just established. Those people you and your savages killed were people looking for a better life," she said.
Better life? Those people are dumb thinking that they can have a better life. There is no good lives, only the strong killing the weak in order to survive.
"Got nothing to say?" Sophia said with a little irritation in her voice. Sophia rolls her eyes when I don't say anything. "That's okay. We located your groups little hideout. You think you're the first raiders we dealt with? We've wiped out many groups like yours."
I took a bite of the meat, ignoring Willow. The meat melted in my mouth. I chew the meat and finally swallow it. I looked at Willow and than took another bite of the meat.
Preston walked into the building. Willow turned around to face him. "Just got news that scouts have located the raider base. I sent a group to irradiate it," Preston said.
"Good, what am I supposed to do?" Willow asked.
Preston looked past Willow, at me. He looked away and looked at Willow again. "Supplies just came in, more ammo and guns, along with food and water. Get something to eat, and make sure you have plenty of ammunition. You're dismissed," he answered.
Willow nodded and walked out of the building. Preston walked closer to me. "People like you... Raiders. Cause recruitment to skyrocket. Everytime a group of raiders attack a settlement, more people volunteer. I always wonder 'When will these guys get the hint? The people had enough.'"
I looked at Preston, he had a serious face. I looked down at the plate of meat. "There isn't many groups left. The Minutemen made sure of that," Preston said.
He's right. The Minutemen have wiped out many raider groups. The Blood Moon Raiders, we are one of the few groups left.
"Do you have a name? Or are you people too animalistic?" Preston asks with a harsh voice.
"Apollo, my name is Apollo," I finally answered.
Preston nodded and crossed his arms. "Apollo huh. You're lucky you weren't in Brotherhood territory. They would have killed you or worse. We rarely take prisoners. Raiders don't surrender, you did however. I am not sure what to do with you," Preston said.
A man opened the door and walked into the building. "Sir, the General has requested your presence in the castle as soon as possible," the man informed.
Preston turned around and nodded. The man left the building and Preston turned around and looked at me. "I can't risk your friends attacking and getting ahold of you. Not that there's a high chance, you'll be transferred to the prison in the castle," he said.
The Castle? where the hell is The Castle?
Thirty minutes later, Willow walked into the building. She unlocked the cell door and opened it. She grabbed her holstered pipe pistol and aimed it at me.
"Try anything I will shoot," she warned. I allowed Willow to tie my hands together. She escorted me out of the building. I looked at the men and woman. Some were walking around with rifles in their hands. Some were also building on the walls and other things.
Preston stood with a man and woman. The man had a double barrel shotgun and the woman had a pipe rifle. Willow walked over to Preston. Preston handed Willow a laser musket. He lifts his laser musket up off the ground and holds it.
"We should leave, get a good start," Preston says. He looks at me. "Try running and you'll meet a bullet... Well a burst of energy..."
An hour later my legs are sore as we walked on a road. The road has large cracks and faded yellow lines. Nobody had a full conversation. Willow and Preston talked a little but it was about simple stuff.
I saw a woman walking from our left from the woods. The woman had blood on her blue dress.
Something isn't right. Why is she wearing a dress? And who's blood is on it?
"Help! Help me!" The woman cried out.
The man walked over to the woman. "What is the problem? Are you hurt? Who's blood is that?" the man asked.
"It's my husband's, he's injured!" the woman answered.
"We will help if we can," Preston said.
The woman led us off the road into the dead woods. The woman stopped after a couple minutes of walking. There was a shack made of wood and scrap metal. The shack had four rooms.
Something is wrong.
I got the feeling of being watched. "Where is he?" Willow asked the woman as she looked at the shack and campfire.
Before the woman said anything men and woman were suddenly at the windows of the shack with guns. One of them had a laser rifle. The others had Pipe rifle and pistols.
Preston, Willow and the two other Minutemen raise their guns at the shack. "We aren't here to hurt you, we are here to help," Preston said.
What an idiot. These people don't want help, or else they wouldn't be pointing guns at us.
A man came out of the shack. He was wearing a combat armor chest plate with the brotherhood of steel symbol on it. He was wearing two leather shoulder plates and metal plates on his thighs and knees. The man had a milky white left eye. The man had a large brown beard and long messy brown hair.
The man had scars all over his face. The man smiled, showing his yellow teeth. "You all will be plenty of help," the man said in a laugh.
I heard footsteps from behind. I turned around and saw a person right before getting hit and going unconscious.