Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic and attempt at publically making a story! I'm a little new to this, so I hope you enjoy it.
DISCLAIMER - This story is fan fiction based on the game series "Fallout." I own nothing from it and am creating this content purely out of fun, not profit. Any original characters are from my own creation, but characters from the game are owned by Bethesda.
It was calm, quiet, perhaps too much compared to what he was used to. He was sitting at the bottom of a hill, unsure of what he was doing, but wanted to take in the moment as much as he could. The soft grass padded him, providing a naturally comfortable spot to sit and observe the view of the plains that laid before him. Strange, as it was, that he had never seen this place before. In fact, he wasn't sure if this place even really existed, only that it was oddly familiar to him. Where had he known this place?
He decided that it was time to stand, as he could have an even better view on top of the green hill, where he could see how far the plains stretched. If he could reach the top this time, he could finally see what laid beyond the grasslands he was accustomed to. He turned around and began to climb, one foot at a time. The hill did not seem so steep from where he sat, but he found it difficult to trek. It was only a green hill covered in grass, but his feet had already begun to tire, and his body felt heavy. Still, he insisted that he must get to the top, so continue he would.
He looked to the top, squinting to see if he could catch just a glimpse of it, and he saw something greener than even the grass. It grew taller the more he climbed and the more he saw as he did. He saw spots of brown and more of that darker shade of green, one he didn't think anyone had ever seen before. Just another few more feet, and maybe he could see just what laid on top the -
BANG
Aaron held his head in his arms, clenching it and holding the spot where it met the bed of the truck. Spots danced around behind his eyelids from the rude awakening, the pain making its way from his head to his neck. When he wasn't focusing on his newly acquired migraine, he could hear the sound of laughter.
"Morning Aaron! Sorry about the rough ride; you know how big some of these potholes can be!" The driver shouted from the cab.
Aaron groaned. "You do this every time you find one Tom!" This had been probably the third time he'd been so rudely awakened since they left Batimor. At least, that's what they think it was called, even though the map they found said it was once called "Baltimore." The few residents and passing caravans referred to it to the former.
"You'd think after the first time you would know better than to fall asleep in the back. If you wanted to rest, then just switch spots with me." The young man in the passenger seat chimed in, holding the map.
Aaron sat up, putting his brimmed calvary Hat on, and looked through the hole in the back of the truck where the window used to be. "I prefer the freedom. I don't understand how you two handle being all cooped up in this thing."
"Jerry, did this schmuck just call Wendy a 'thing?'" Tom said, annoyed.
"I do believe those words came out of his mouth."
"That deserves another pothole smack."
"I hate you two." Aaron sighed, leaning his back against the cab.
This had been the life all three men had shared for the past year, on the road, traveling the wasteland in their Oppenheimer NPT with a trailer they found. The three seen close to all that this ruined land could offer. From the murky cesspool swamps of the Mississippi River they were from, to the sands of the Mojave Desert. From the Mutant-infested Midwest, to the old nation's capital of Washington D.C. They had been everywhere that the radiation had allowed them to be, and then some. Now they travel northeast towards a place referred to in the map, a city once called "Boston."
Aaron couldn't help but wonder if this city was going to be what they were looking for. He had hoped for so many places they had stopped at, places full of people and small towns with no interesting reason to mention. However, none of these, for however long they stayed, felt like home. They had made plenty of friends, enemies, and some bed-buddies, but still no reason to establish their new lives. Aaron liked being on the road, but he wanted to find the new home he'd been yearning for, one where the ghosts of the past weren't haunting him where he looked. All he needed to do was finally reach the top of that hill, but they were starting to run out of places to go.
"Oi, cowboy." Tom called for his attention. "You've been doing a lot of brooding lately."
"Am not."
"Then care to share your thoughts?"
"Nothing to share. How much further until we get to this place?"
Jerry had already been studying the map. "Well, according to this, we passed up where Milford was supposed to be. It shouldn't be too much further."
"Think we'll get some easy pickings here?" Tom said with a sinister grin.
"I thought the whole point of this trip was to start a better life. One where we don't have to kill people constantly to get food or anything we can obtain ourselves?" Aaron said, looking through the opening and watching the truck surge forward down the interstate.
"One can dream, but if that were true, then we shouldn't have killed those folks at that gas station."
Jerry put down the map, "To be fair; they started shooting after you screamed at them to get lost. That gas station just happened to be their home."
"Well, then they should have left and come back when we were gone. Literally, no one in this truck fired the first shot."
"Tom, you were waving your rifle around like you were showing it off."
"BUT, not at them."
Aaron groaned. "Don't argue with him Jerry, he shoots first and never questions his actions."
"I wonder if he has the mental capacity to do such a thing."
"Well, if you two are just going to treat me this way, I'll just turn this truck around." Tom said, feigning hurt from the insult.
"Ah yes, returning to the scene of the crime." Jerry huffed.
"He truly is a psychopath." Aaron grinned.
They'd do this all the time. The three of them had grown up together in the same town. They were brothers in everything, but name and blood. Their shared experiences created the inseparable bond they shared. However, it didn't stop the harassment.
"Remind me again why I put up with bullying?"
"Because otherwise you- BREAK!" Jerry suddenly yelled.
Tom slammed his foot on the break pedal. The truck swerved as the driver forced its incredible speed to a halt. Aaron was forced into the cab, holding on to the frame for his life. The pick-up swerved as it barely stopped an inch away from a rusty and abandoned big rig. Once they released the brace on their life, they slowly looked up to see a mass pile-up of ancient vehicles blocking the highway.
Tom was the first to let out the air he held in, then hit Jerry out of his stupor. "I knew there was a reason I made you the navigator!."
Jerry rubbed his shoulder. "You need to remind me why you're the driver! I swear I don't know how we've been alive for this long."
Aaron stood up slowly, trying to find his legs and wherever his spiritual body was ejected. Once he got his balance back, he hoped out of the truck and stood alongside the two as they stared at the cluster of old cars. He looked at the two, who shared his frustration and distaste for the situation. They couldn't go off-road, as the ground seemed too unstable for the trailer they were hauling. Not to mention, from what they experienced, the place could also hold traps for ambushes. Call it paranoia, but they knew when to be careful.
Aaron saw Tom's brow lowered further, the scar the man had received from wrestling a Deathclow across his face lining up perfectly. "We're going to need to use the power armor."
"Think it'll clear the bridge?"
"Enough for us to get through anyway. Jerry, mind siphoning some gas while I get to work?"
Jerry sighed, running through his short blonde hair to wipe the sweat off. "Ya, no problem, though it seems like I'm always doing that."
"Guess that means I'm back on overwatch. Better not have messed up my rifle in that trailer." said Aaron.
The three walked to the back of the cargo trailer. They had come across it while exploring the desolate plains of the midwest. They were lucky to find something intact compared to what they usually found. Tom released the latches and pulled the trailer door down. "Please, you know we bolted down everything."
Just as he said, there wasn't much thrown about the trailer that wasn't a few nuts, bolts, and tools that fell out of the tool cabinets installed. The guns were still racked, the shelves and cabinets were still in place, and the old T-51 power armor was still standing. Part of the frame was exposed from both the arm plates and the helmet in the trailer's front. Luckily they didn't need to put it through a shoot-out like in Batimor.
"It still amazes me how you fit in that thing Tom." Aaron said.
Tom had a huge frame for a human being; the shape of his shoulders alone could be compared to a Yao Guai. He knew this and flaunted it frequently. "Got to go on that Wasteland diet, otherwise you'll look like a Bloodbug the rest of your life."
Aaron rolled his eyes, he may not have been huge like Tom, but he was athletically built. Even Jerry trained his body whenever he got the chance. They knew to keep fit when surviving out in this land.
While Tom got the power armor operational, Aaron grabbed his rifle and climbed onto the top of the trailer. He looked around, making sure to notice each possible hiding spot. Nothing was moving, not even any wildlife. Suddenly he heard clanking and steam coming from the trailer.
Tom walked out, fully suited up. "The power core is at 48 percent. I'll try to be as quick as possible."
Jerry came out later with the siphoning kit. "Got it, I'll see if I can do anything once I'm done filling up the tank."
Aaron nodded to both of them. However, he couldn't help but shake his head at the situation.
Guess Boston would have to wait a little bit longer.
Hey all, this will be the only time I put a message down here. I just wanted to let you guys know that my goal is to improve my writing. Any help will be greatly appreciated. The story itself will be as close to the lore as I research, but adding some elements to make the story interesting. Let me know if there is anything I should know or could correct. Follow for more, and thank you for reading!
~ Revelations