The Last Bullet. Chap. 2------Chapter 2------
New Friends
The bullets streaked towards Briac as if in slow motion, but only one struck him in the
left shoulder. The rest nearly hit him in the head. Briac cursed in pain and began his charge at
John in anger, he grabbed the shiny object on the ground.
It was a fender.
Of all the objects in all the world, it was a goddamn fender from an old car. It was pock-marked with rust and other abrasions from over time. He swung it with both hands towards the big man, pain searing in his shoulder.
Instinctively, John's left arm flew up to protect himself, but his arm was broken in the process. He yelled in anger and pain, but before he could finish what he started, the fender crashed against his temple, knocking him unconcious; giving him a concussion.
"Very nice work, my friend. Especially with such an... unusual weapon," said Delader.
"You're next..." said Briac, a glint in his eye.
Briac charged Delader with frightening speed, his makeshift weapon shining in the post-nuclear sunlight. The sword met the fender in a light spray of sparks. Delader smiled at his dark-haired adversary and kicked at his leg, attempting to break it; however, Briac broke the connection between fender and sword and brought the fender down hard onto Delader's leg, bruising and maybe even breaking his leg. Briac stole forward, towards the idling vehicle. He sped away as quickly as possible, hitting John's body after he passed Delader.
After a long while on the road, Briac noticed the fuel guage getting very low. Not knowing where or how or where to fill it up, or what to fill it up with, he began searching for some 'civilized' place the raiders or ghouls hadn't destroyed. Those ghouls didn't take much liking to people who weren't caught outside when the bombs fell, and the raiders took or destroyed whatever they could.
For now, he just worried about getting to a town before the last few hours of gas ran out.---Hours Later---
Briac had abandoned the car after hitting a pack of wild dogs in the desert.
They bogged down the car to the point that it wasn't worth driving, so he took any
rations and equipment he could carry and started walking. He grabbed a large canteen
full of water, and a few other implements of destruction, such as a ripper knife that is a
one handed chainsaw running on small batteries. He also grabbed a colt .45 and some
ammunition from the back of the car.
After an hour of walking, he began to notice broken down houses on the horizon. He sped up in attempts to get to the town quickly; however, he didn't notice the lanky man following him at a fairly large distance.
Briac sauntered into town, half of the canteen drank, and blood caked on the ripper from a dog that attacked him on his way into town. He kept the edible meat from it as more rations he might need. The guards standing around him had tough leather armor on, probably baked and hardened in the desert-like condition. They held what looked like hunting rifles with makeshift knives held onto the end of them with strips of cloth. The two men regarded him with indifferent stares. They looked especially close at his weapon, and one yelled over to him.
"You better make sure that thing isn't loaded when you enter town."
"What? Oh, you mean the gun. I'll make sure."
With that, he took it out of his pocket, and, making sure not to even come close to the trigger, dropped the clip of ammunition out of the bottom of it. He set it back from whence it came, and continued into town.
A young woman with brown, wavey hair approached him as he entered the town. She greeted him warmly and acted as though every guest came just to see her.
"I'm very glad to meet you mister..?"
"Briac. Briac Selamos."
"Ah, I am Celisa Braun. My father is the leader of this village you see before you."
"It's um.. very lovely."
Briac just then noticed how fairly dilapidated the place was. Very few of the houses had roofs. The ones that had them had pieces missing and holes all over the walls, making the roof pretty much useless.
"Why thank you. We try our best to keep the place in relatively good shape, but it's really hard to do with the raiders attacking randomly."
"I can understand how that would be.."
"I just wish we could find someone to help defend us from them."
"Why don't you ask the Brotherhood of Steel to defend you."
"They're just a bunch of selfish assholes. They won't defend anyone unless it helps them in some way."
"Then I guess you're shit outta luck, or something."
"Yeah, I guess we are. Maybe we'll find someone soon that we could add to the guard."
"I was wondering, do you know which way it is to the nearest Brotherhood recruiting bunker?"
"Oh no.. you're going to join them aren't you?"
"Well, yeah."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I have no other purpose."
"Well, it's a few miles that way," she said, pointing to where the sun was beginning to sink into the ground.
"Thanks."
Briac felt something was off. He didn't know what it was, but something was out of place in his mind. He just couldn't pinpoint what. Before he got too far away, Celisa called for him.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Why don't you stay the night here. You seem very worn out, and we never get many visitors."
"I don't see how it could hurt. Sure, I'll stay tonight."
She smiled and led him towards an empty house.
Of all the objects in all the world, it was a goddamn fender from an old car. It was pock-marked with rust and other abrasions from over time. He swung it with both hands towards the big man, pain searing in his shoulder.
Instinctively, John's left arm flew up to protect himself, but his arm was broken in the process. He yelled in anger and pain, but before he could finish what he started, the fender crashed against his temple, knocking him unconcious; giving him a concussion.
"Very nice work, my friend. Especially with such an... unusual weapon," said Delader.
"You're next..." said Briac, a glint in his eye.
Briac charged Delader with frightening speed, his makeshift weapon shining in the post-nuclear sunlight. The sword met the fender in a light spray of sparks. Delader smiled at his dark-haired adversary and kicked at his leg, attempting to break it; however, Briac broke the connection between fender and sword and brought the fender down hard onto Delader's leg, bruising and maybe even breaking his leg. Briac stole forward, towards the idling vehicle. He sped away as quickly as possible, hitting John's body after he passed Delader.
After a long while on the road, Briac noticed the fuel guage getting very low. Not knowing where or how or where to fill it up, or what to fill it up with, he began searching for some 'civilized' place the raiders or ghouls hadn't destroyed. Those ghouls didn't take much liking to people who weren't caught outside when the bombs fell, and the raiders took or destroyed whatever they could.
For now, he just worried about getting to a town before the last few hours of gas ran out.
After an hour of walking, he began to notice broken down houses on the horizon. He sped up in attempts to get to the town quickly; however, he didn't notice the lanky man following him at a fairly large distance.
Briac sauntered into town, half of the canteen drank, and blood caked on the ripper from a dog that attacked him on his way into town. He kept the edible meat from it as more rations he might need. The guards standing around him had tough leather armor on, probably baked and hardened in the desert-like condition. They held what looked like hunting rifles with makeshift knives held onto the end of them with strips of cloth. The two men regarded him with indifferent stares. They looked especially close at his weapon, and one yelled over to him.
"You better make sure that thing isn't loaded when you enter town."
"What? Oh, you mean the gun. I'll make sure."
With that, he took it out of his pocket, and, making sure not to even come close to the trigger, dropped the clip of ammunition out of the bottom of it. He set it back from whence it came, and continued into town.
A young woman with brown, wavey hair approached him as he entered the town. She greeted him warmly and acted as though every guest came just to see her.
"I'm very glad to meet you mister..?"
"Briac. Briac Selamos."
"Ah, I am Celisa Braun. My father is the leader of this village you see before you."
"It's um.. very lovely."
Briac just then noticed how fairly dilapidated the place was. Very few of the houses had roofs. The ones that had them had pieces missing and holes all over the walls, making the roof pretty much useless.
"Why thank you. We try our best to keep the place in relatively good shape, but it's really hard to do with the raiders attacking randomly."
"I can understand how that would be.."
"I just wish we could find someone to help defend us from them."
"Why don't you ask the Brotherhood of Steel to defend you."
"They're just a bunch of selfish assholes. They won't defend anyone unless it helps them in some way."
"Then I guess you're shit outta luck, or something."
"Yeah, I guess we are. Maybe we'll find someone soon that we could add to the guard."
"I was wondering, do you know which way it is to the nearest Brotherhood recruiting bunker?"
"Oh no.. you're going to join them aren't you?"
"Well, yeah."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I have no other purpose."
"Well, it's a few miles that way," she said, pointing to where the sun was beginning to sink into the ground.
"Thanks."
Briac felt something was off. He didn't know what it was, but something was out of place in his mind. He just couldn't pinpoint what. Before he got too far away, Celisa called for him.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Why don't you stay the night here. You seem very worn out, and we never get many visitors."
"I don't see how it could hurt. Sure, I'll stay tonight."
She smiled and led him towards an empty house.