Well chapter 2 is out already. Hope yall enjoy! Credit goes out to an amazing writer named Donrocs1 for his inspiration and i highly recommend reading his stories.

Chapter 2: Almost perfect

Atlas awoke slowly, tossing and turning a lot before finally deciding to get up from his nice slumber. Going through memories and trying to make them piece together was tiring. He was a little groggy at first but he straightened himself and went into the bathroom to fix himself in the mirror.

Atlas was quite a tall man staggering at 6 feet and 5 inches. He didn't know where his height had come from but he liked it. He is Caucasian with a creamy beige tan on his arms, face, and legs. His chest is a little bit lighter in tone but not too noticeable. His deep green eyes were very noticeable from a distance almost like staring at emeralds. He was fairly built but didn't look like he went to a gym everyday that's for sure. He could handle hand-to-hand situations just fine.

He looked in the mirror and combed his messy bed head hair. It was a casual short hairstyle and it was very dark brown.

"Good morning ya bastard. Time to steal shit and make it home safely once again." I said to myself.

"It's the same thing every god damned day… nothing is new. Scavenge, kill shit, and hope you don't die. Will it ever get better?" I questioned as I walked towards the master room putting on my armor.

I don't have very good armor but it's still pretty nice. It's some leather armor that I found on a dead waste lander and I added some things to it. I put a metal sleeve and gauntlet on the left side to that it's more protected and I have a holster for my 10mm so that I don't have to keep it in my bag 24/7. I still would much rather have power armor that I've heard so much about.

"I can imagine it now" I thought while walking out the door with my bare essentials. The loud whirring noise from the turrets broke my train of thought for a few seconds.

"T-45 power armor. Better than just hunks of metal that's for sure. I've heard of the stories of t-51 b and how it won the war of Anchorage. Then there is the Brotherhood of Steel I have been reading about. New T-60 would be very nice to have granted I have power cores." I rambled, walking towards concord.

"But what about that armor that is so rare it's like finding an unopened chest at the bottom of a cave that isn't plagued with critters or traps. I believe that book said it was called X-01. Apparently very high tech and is far more superior and prominent than the other models." I droned on and on about power armor that I'm starting to hope I might come across a suit.

I don't know why I talk to myself so much. Could be that I'm alone or I'm insane either way I'm always talking to myself as if it's getting somewhere. *sigh*

As I entered concord I started heading towards eastern ends of the city. Haven't checked much from that side. The streets were still littered with raider bodies and mole rats. I hate those raiders man. I turn on the pip boy and look at the map of the area. I can see some of the back alleys but not much help. As I walk past this museum I see a house with boarded up windows. That could mean some loot and I sure as hell don't remember this house with boarded up windows. The wood seems newer too.

I draw my 10 mil and open the door quick pre-aiming the house. I take slow steps into the house and the wood creaks under my feet. I go room to room to make sure it's clear. After clearing the kitchen I heard some loud shuffling sounds coming from the upstairs area. I slowly make my way up the steps slowly creaking and ready to fire at anything that moves.

Nearing the entrance way to the room some loud audible hissing could be heard.

"Radroach… simple enough" I scoffed moving into the doorway and aiming low. Sure enough a Radroach came hissing out from under the bed, I took aim and…

*POP*

The Radroach was reduced to yellowish green blood and guts spread throughout the floor as the 10mm decimated the bug.

"Heh heh never gets old that's for sure." I chuckled at the sight of roach goop.

I went ahead and called it all clear. I went and started looting the house shoving things into my bag. Bottle caps, Salisbury steak, Cram, Stimpacks, and some other junk I can use for some modifications. There was a pipe pistol but that hunk of crap was for raiders and I don't resort to bullshit like that.

I proceeded down the steps and prospected some more finding purified water in cans, Nuka cola, and a bunch of crisps. This will do for a while.

Taking some more junk objects I decided to go ahead and head on back. Things were going a little too well for me that's for certain.

"Mmmm I hope it rains soon. Without rain how the hell am I supposed to shower my sweaty ass? Grab soap and go to town in the rain don't be afraid to show the world what you got!"

I joked putting my new found items in the shelfs and fridge. I kept a can of potato crisps to eat. Pulling out my combat knife I stabbed the can with a loud *kirik* sound. Opening the can I preceded to stuff my face.

"Mm mm mmm this is good. Can't remember the last time I had Crisps... well… I can't remember shit." My mood swung from one end to the other. I wish I could remember more from before the bombs.

He halted his eating when he heard his turrets make a beeping almost honk noise indicating something unrecognizable is entering the area. He heard a few rounds go off before an explosion. He got up and started rushing outside hearing a series of mini explosions.

Drawing his holstered 10 mil he walked out and saw absolutely nothing. Just pieces of broken metal and fire. Examining some of the bits of metal until he heard shuffling behind him. Before he could fully turn around he was smacked hard in his center back area sending him back a few feet.

Grunting and moaning from the instant pain he lifted his 10 mil up only to have it smacked out of his hand. He slowly got on his hands and knees. He wanted to look up to see what had sent him flying but he was afraid. He never trembled like this before as he felt warm breaths of air hit his hair. He slowly looked up in shock at the large 8 foot figure standing above him and staring at his figure. It had dark and scaly skin, long horns which curved more downward and out towards its snout. This draconic creature was packing large claws, sharp jagged teeth, and big ass claws on its toes. He was trembling so bad he thought the world was having an earthquake.

"A-a fucking deathclaw? Are you serious? I-I don't have anything to take this f-fucking thing out." He managed to stutter out.

"I made it so far on my own and now I really wish I had someone to help me right now." He said with a bit of anger.

He jumped up on his legs and had his knife in a combat type of hold with the blade going down the length of his arm. He lunged forward only to by side-stepped and grabbed by the arm.

Before he had time to comprehend that his big thing had just dodged the shit out of him he was thrown into a car that had been destroyed and left at the gas station. That hit into the car caused him to inhale at the sudden loss of air. Sitting against it he slacked his limbs as cuts started forming on his arm. This must've been where the reptile thing grabbed him. With such large claws it could have been worse.

The deathclaw snorted as it walked over with its claws drawn ready to close in for the kill. It lifted its giant arm in a pose about to strike right at his heart. It lowered it down quick before stopping only a few inches close to his chest as it heard something odd, laughter.

Atlas sat and laughed. His laughter went from soft to very loud as the beast sat in its pose looking confused. He lifted his head and the deathclaw stared into his emerald green eyes and saw some blue trickling down his cheeks. He was crying.

I looked the deathclaw right in its Ruby eyes and laughed. Tears were just gushing down my face.

"Just do it. I've been by myself for the longest goddamned time you'd be doing me a service! This life is so MISERABLE WITHOUT ANYONE TO CARE ABOUT!" The man shouted.

"Stop looking at me and just fucking end it…." The man said quietly.

"You… you welcome death?"

Break

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