So I'm new to this, I in no way own Fallout or any of its characters. The story I'm writing is based on my own ideas and very slightly on what Interplay had for their version of fallout 3 (Van Buren) I just got some ideas from them.
It had been a few days now since Alice had left that vault. The flat Colorado wasteland surrounded her as she walked down the dry, decaying highway. The sun dazzling high in the sky. She had heard that this area used to be all farmland, what a dream. The land still dry and infertile even 180 years after the bombs dropped. There was no civilisation in sight just the occasional crumpled house, empty road and flat lands for miles around.
It had been easy enough to trick the old security and grab what she needed from that old vault. Though not the easiest dive into a pre-war ruin she had done. Worth every scrape and scar for what she gained in return. Though the cut in her right arm from the Mr. Gutsy saw blade was a bit of a hindrance. It was a deep cut and was worth worrying about not being able to do anything major about it, apart from staunch bleeding. Which she had successfully done. Luckily where she was heading apparently has the best doctor in all the wasteland. So there was hope for her arm.
She steadied her grip on her laser rifle strap and rucksack, both seemingly becoming heavier as she walked on further. And further. Luckily a ruin in the distance looked like ample cover.
For anyone or any raider who watched her or saw her, a lone figure usually isn't all that intimidating. She however managed to make it seem as if a look from her could kill. Not to mention the laser rifle, revolver and several knives she kept on her person. Animals however don't think about those things, they think in numbers. Or about size.
The ruin could have been in better shape, she had seen buildings in Makeshift with sturdier walls. It would have to do, only an hour or so left. Laying down her rucksack, its contents gently dinging metallically off one another, she searched the ruin. She didn't expect to find anything, scavs have long since searched roadside ruins, she just wanted to be sure nothing was sneaking up. She certainly didn't expect to find, death incarnate, a 20-foot-long, 9-foot-tall reptile to be stalking up to the ruin. They stared at each other for a while. Its giant horns that curved to the sides of its dark scaled face, the yellow unfeeling eyes, deadly teeth that protruded from its mouth in rows and the long sharp, sword like claws on its hands. It stood there, its ominous shadow cast over Alice like the sun existed no more.
"No." She whispered holding back tears, "not again."
It charged. Shocked out of her terror, she fired a few charges of the laser rifle and ran. Its thudding feet close behind. Diving behind some rubble as the flash of claws barely missed. Grabbing a knife at her forearm and throwing it in one swift motion it struck the creature. Bouncing harmlessly off its thick hide. She threw herself once again as it slashed at her, catching her coat with a claw and swiftly ripping it off her. The rifle had been dropped in her first dive, so she rushed her hand to her revolver at her hip. Too slow. Claws ripped at her right arm, tearing tendons, threatening to cut bone.
The force threw her off her feet and over rubble onto her bag. Grabbing at whatever handhold of the bag she could and mustering whatever strength she had left that wasn't pouring onto the road, she ran.
The world blurred as more and more crimson left her wounds, staining her clothes.
Either her ears were betraying her or there was a war going on behind her.
Roars and gunshots and laser fire muddled into the background.
Why couldn't she feel the pain anymore?
Why wasn't she dead?