Hello Everyone! Here I am with this weeks brand new chapter! I admit, I procrastinated a tiny bit with the first chapter, so again, if I do that, get on my case! I was thinking of modernizing a few aspects of the fallout timeline for this game. For example, most weapon manufacturers and weapons that exist today will exist in the Fallout universe for this story. Also, on a sidenote, I was thinking of incorporating some "mods" to the storyline. Nothing that would break lore, of course, but a few mods here and there like Mart's Mutants or XRE Cars for the existence of Sean and his companions' travel. Just let me know in the reviews or PM me. Anyways, here is the first chapter, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Bright

Sean took one step outside Doc Mitchell's house, and was blinded by the clear Nevada skies. "Fuck," he said, shielding his eyes from the sunlight.

"I need some goddamn shades. Too fucking bright."

Sean had always been one for travelling at evenings, late afternoons, and through the night. So when he walked out of the Doc's at the peak of the day, he was greeted by the giant ball of helium and flame in the sky. After standing there for about a minute and a half adjusting to the brightness of midday in the southwestern United States, he walked out the gated fence surrounding the doctor's house and walked down the dirt to what he assumed was the main road. Taking in his surrounding, he saw a man tending to his crops, a red-painted bar, and a general goods store. Trying his luck with the goods store first, he pulled out his bag of caps, steadied himself and walked inside.

"Hello?" he called out to the seemingly empty store. After waiting a few seconds, a man with brown hair and a small beard walked out of the back holding a broom.

"You must be that courier Doc patched up. Way I heard it, I didn't think you'd be walking out of that office." the man said.

"Uhh, thanks?" Sean said, unable to think of anything else to say to him.

"I'm Chet, I run this general goods store. You need anything while you're in town apart from booze, I'm your guy." This man seemed to be an okay merchant, and Sean walked out of the shop with 36 rounds for his pistol and a pair of sunglasses, which he donned before walking out of the store.

"Much better," he commented, seeing the world around him better without the intense light. He walked over to the red-painted bar, and saw a man sitting on a chair next to the door. He decided to introduce himself.

"Hello there. My name is Sean Simms," he greeted, waiting for the older man to introduce himself.

"Howdy. What can Easy Pete do for you?" He spoke back.

"Hi, Pete.I was wondering if you could tell me about this town a little bit more." Sean was mainly wondering what threats were around, and what to expect from the locals were he to stick around

"Keep your gun handy if you go poking around some of the abandoned places around here, like the schoolhouse. Wasteland critters like to move in when Sunny's not looking, so watch out." He spoke as if he'd been in at least the schoolhouse, so it was handy to know that some of the places here would not be suitable for the night. After speaking with Easy Pete a bit more, Sean decided he wanted to see if he could get a drink. After walking through the door, Sean barely had enough time to take off his sunglasses before a dog almost jumped him and it's owner scolded it.

"Cheyenne, stay! Don't worry, she won't bite unless I tell her to. I'm Sunny, and you are..?" Sean laughed a bit that the line he used on Doc Mitchell was being turned against him.

"Sean Simms, courier for the whole damn wastes. Nice to meetcha, Sunny." He stuck out his hand to shake hers, and she obliged. After talking for a bit, she offered to give him some work in clearing out the water sources of geckos from up the road, and he accepted. With that, they set off to clear the wells.

As they reached the ridge where the first water source was, Sunny motioned for Sean to take cover behind a rock with her. When he did, she handed him a Winchester CS 527, which she was carrying on her shoulder with another in her hand on the way there. She proceeded to then give him 5 clips of ammo for the gun, and a quick crash course on how to load, reload,and chamber it. After that they decided to start picking the geckos off. Sean had managed to kill two before he had to reload, and that's when the third jumped on him.

"FUCK!" He yelled, struggling to get the oversized house pet off of him, before Sunny shot it through the head with her rifle, ending its life. As he pushed it off of him,he heard some screams from in the distance. It sounded faint and struggling, like whoever it was was in danger. Sean leapt to his feet, grabbed the rifle and his sunglasses,which had been partially cracked by the assault of the gecko, and went to help the person in danger. When he got there, he saw a blonde, short-haired woman up against a rocky wall, with two geckos closing on her. Another lay dead, near the water source, and an abandoned broken cleaver was left near its corpse. It was obvious there was nothing Sean could do in time to get close enough, but he wished he could have that extra time to-

And then it clicked. The whole universe was at a standstill, alongside him. Nothing was moving, not Sunny, or Cheyenne, or even the geckos about to tear the woman to shreds. Suddenly, a green text screen appeared around him, like a computer terminal or something. The text read 'WELCOME TO THE VAULT-TEC ASSISTED TARGETING SYSTEM, OR V.A.T.S. TO USE VATS, SELECT WHICH LIMB YOU WOULD LIKE TO SHOOT AND FIRE. WITH THE ASSISTED AIMING, YOUR SHOT WILL HAVE A HIGHER PERCENTAGE TO HIT ITS INTENDED TARGET.' It improves my chances to hit a target, well why don't we try it on the closest gecko's head,and then the one on the right's. As soon as he stopped this thought, the world continued, but to Sean it was all moving super slow. He could see his bullets impact the heads of the geckos, see the skin ripple and the blood spew out from inside. And then time sped up again. The two geckos were dead. After the battle, Sunny walked up and spoke with Sean.

"That was a good fight, where in the hell did you learn to shoot like that?" Sunny asked, referencing my earlier V.A.T.S. trick.

"Well, I don't really know how it works, but during the fight I just thought about wanting more time to make a choice, and time just froze for me. After that, I just thought about shooting those geckos in the head, and as soon as I did, it happened." Sean spoke truthfully.

"Really? That's weird, you should look into that more, but it could be useful in a firefight, your hands moved like lightning!"

~~~~After returning to Goodsprings~~~~

Sunny decided to head to Chet's to see if she could sell the meat, which was fine by Sean, because he had always preferred to work alone, so less people got dragged into his shenanigans. Back in Oregon, he knew this wandering couple that decided to tag along with him for a few days. They ended up being burned alive by a raider with a flamethrower. Sean got his revenge, though, when he shot at the tank full of flamer fuel on his back and it exploded. Another time, he was instructed to guard a caravan heading through the remnants of San Diego, California. The place was heavily irradiated, and full of ghouls, both feral and normal. Not one of the caravan survived, and Sean only did because he hid in his friends' corpses. The only way he made it out of there and into the next friendly town was because he ate the shipment's food and water, and took the ammunition. He had a habit of finding in trouble, and trouble always found him.

It was about 5:30 in the evening when Sean walked into the bar again, noticing a confrontation between a man dressed in blue with black body armour, and the woman he assumed Sunny told him to talk to, Trudy. Not caring to stop it, he rather took a seat at the bar and casually waited for their verbal argument to end. After it did, Trudy walked over and asked him what he'd like to drink.

"Some scotch or bourbon would be nice if you have it," he replied, getting his cap bag out in order to pay.

"Okay, anything else I can getcha tonight?" she asked, obviously trying to appeal to the drunk inside sean that he did not have, despite drinking whiskey like its water.

"No thanks, just the booze." he replied, and slid the caps cooly to her side of the counter, where she slammed the two drinks lightly on the table. After chugging one after the other and feeling pretty good about himself, Sean made his

way to an abandoned trailer on the northwest side of town, which thankfully had a mattress inside. He flopped down on the mattress, and fell asleep.