Fallout: The Order
Chapter 1 New World
Long has the deserts of what was once the continent of USA been a home of the nuclear winds that dawned a new world. By 2011, most of the globe was in tyranny and in need of desperate means to survive. Resources were running low and every governing body was on the collapse. The third world war was deemed worthy of the war to end wars unlike the previous two. The Americans were surprisingly the first to be struck, by receiving the most punishment by an unknown source, and in return they randomly nuked most of the middle-east and south-east Asia.
This opened Pandora's box and had all the globe was on the verge of destroying each other. Most of the United States was destroyed and a very stealthy and slippery attack. With New York and most of the cities in flames, the American government was agitated to push the button on someone. They then decided that they had enough nuclear arms to destroy every living race on earth. Naturally there were people who opposed it, but the majority decided humans could restart and the massive launch was carried out. With that the president, of what was left of the US government, was flown to a super vault somewhere Far West of California. He and his administration lived there until the new world order was carried out.
Earth was truly the worst planet to live on. Hardly anyone was spared. Most of the survivors would last a year before the nuclear winds would come back to claim their fragile, soon to be extinct, forms. Humanity was truly a thing of the past and was at the same time truly unnecessary. With a minority of regions throughout the world not been affected much by the harsh nuclear winters, new civilizations formed, most of which comprised of hierarchy factions that owned pre-nuclear weapons and other huge arsenals.
It was truly the rebirth of the stone-age. Man, from which was in its prime of having total order over the world, had reduced to small states of which everyone was in utter chaos. Everyone attacked everyone for that non-toxic water. There is no way a person of our time could survive a day in this backward world. Literally every person alive was just another mouth to feed. And so cannibalism was in.
Most civilized towns were against cannibalism, but with domestic animal consumption on the rise and crops weren't growing, man eating man was inevitable. It was to be that the most useless person in a town was this week's dinner. Any criminal was automatically considered a fetching meal. Eventually farming did become slightly better, with vegetables growing at good size, and brahmen were easier to breed. None the less, there was never enough for all.
"Get up son, you gotta plow those darn plants for us" a weird looking man commanded looking like a hill-billy.
"Dad, you have no idea how hot it is, please let me rest" A young raven-haired boy replied.
Mike had long raven black locks, he was eighteen and despised been a lowly dirt farmer. He wished that he would just wake up dead, knowing he could not wake up from eternal sleep. All he could remember from his childhood was been in a white room and then dropped off in a desert town. Although these flashbacks didn't make sense to him he eventually gathered that he was perhaps a citizen of a vault that he often heard rumors of. He was adopted, and his parents would never usher a word to him of whatever past he was affiliated with.
"you listen here you fucking low life scab, the people of this town work. And there is no goddamn way we can have a freeloader. You wanna freeload? Then get the hell out of here, me and my wife raised you to be a member of the growing New Californian Republic and we'll be damned if our son is a fucking San Francisco scumbag"
The toothless rugged looking farmer yelled.
Mike, barely opening his eyes responded " father, if I should call you that. I am a working man, but I do not believe in sweating in a dirt farm so I can feed a bunch of aristocrats that are only in power because they have the most guns."
"son, in some ways your right, but really this is way the ways things are. Please, don't be a rebel, your mother and I don't want another son gone" His father (Johnno) replied.
Mike gave a huge yawn and slowly headed out of his tent, picking up his shovel. He felt his skin fry quickly, as he was greeted by the burning sun.
The New Californian Republic's capital was 30 km away from his village. Here was the town of Crescent, a very isolated place almost completely surrounded by long desert. Amazingly, there is a small river that goes straight through the area. This allowed slight crops to grow and was one of the main food sources for NCR. Most of the food comprised of mutated cabbage, brahmen (two headed cows), wheat and a small variety of fruits in a very tiny area were trees grew.
" Alright Mike, the cabbages are over on the east, and the brahmen need feeding" His father ordered.
Mike gazed around. He could see the town's population hurrying away with the harvest. He wondered why everyone was working this extremely hard. He thought for a second and remembered how angry the NCR food caravan got when they didn't meet the demand. He shuttered at the thought, feeling a memory returning of Ron, his brother. He turned to see his adopted mother (Linda).
" And for Christ sakes, why don't you talk to Maria. She's obsessed with you. Not to mention she is the NCR President's daughter " a middle aged woman said chuckling.
" please mum, she's such a bitch. The other day she ORDERED me to go and explore the mines with her. And when I told her I had to feed the brahmen, she got angry and whacked me in the head with a nearby shovel " Mike explained still feeling the bruise on his head.
His father Johnno, laughed his guts out, remembering how he met his wife in a similar way "come on son, be a man and take it. Don't you like rough girls?"
Another change had come across the world. Ever since the dawn of the new age, the majority of females had somehow grown more aggressive and stronger. Somehow the radiation had affected the female DNA more than the male, altering it slightly. The alter made a lot of women and a minority of men more angry and mentally unstable. The worst time to anger a lady is of course her period and it is best to stay far away as possible.
" oh Jesus dad, there is a difference between rough play and trying to put me in a coma. Besides there's no goddamn way I'd ever want to be in the same room with that stuck up ho " Mike said angrily heading of to work.
Johnno turned to his wife Linda smiling. " that boy has got to learn things have changed, respecting those in power is what helps us survive "
End of Chapter 1