Matthew absentmindedly rolled his helmet over and over in his hands as he walked down the street, away from the Casa Madrid. He wasn't sure where to go next. Perhaps the 188 Trading Post? Goodsprings? Both were quite far away.
"Matthew! Matthew!"
a frantic female voice shrieked.
Everyone knew his name and everyone always needed his help, so the Courier had become used to this. Spinning towards the source of the sound, he spotted a young woman in a tattered and blood stained dress running towards him from an alley.
"What's wrong?"
He asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Please, you have to help me!"
the girl begged,
"My sister and I were out picking corn just outside the wall. We were about to head back but a bunch of those Fiends came after us, I barely made it back but they took my sister before I could get help. She's just 16, I don't know what they'll do to her, you have to help me!"
tears streamed down her face.
"Calm down, everything's going to be fine. I'll go get your sister okay? You stay here by the Casa Madrid and wait for me. I'll get your sister, I promise."
the girl sobbed,
"Thank you!"
Matthew tugged his Veteran Ranger Helmet on and dashed down the street in the direction of Vault 3.
Matthew pulled his .357 Magnum Revolver, Lucky, from the holster on his hip, pulling the hammer back as crept towards Vault 3's open door.
He'd cleaned the place out once before, killing Motor Runner and dozens of other Fiends in the process. The annoying thing about Fiends however was that they never quit. Which was why they needed to be permanently destroyed.
Matthew stepped through the door of the Vault and squeezed off a round, striking a weary looking Fiend square in the chest and sending him to the floor.
Turning slightly he fired another two rounds into a Fiend's head. Man instantly slumped to the floor. Finally, the other Fiends realized what was happening and raised their weapons.
The Courier ducked low as a laser blast struck the wall behind him, the metal of the Vault wall sizzling slightly from the heating. There were five Fiends left, three with a Laser Rifle, Caravan Shotgun, and Varmint Rifle, and a two with a Pool Cue and Combat Knife.
Rolling to the side as a round of buckshot peppered the floor, the courier let loose another round, spinning the Shotgun wielding fiend around and knocking him to the floor.
Matthew dove behind a large crate before the other Fiends could reacquire him.
He popped open Lucky's cylinder and quickly replaced the rounds he'd fired.
"AAAAGGGHHHH!"
Matthew glanced to his side and spotted the source of the scream, a large Fiend with a pool cue charging him.
The Fiend swung and Matthew ducked and rolled to the side.
As the Fiend straightened up and prepared a second attack, Matthew pounced on him, knocking him to the floor and pulling him into a choke hold.
The Fiend choked and coughed as Matthew's massive arm tightened around his throat, cutting off the air supply to his brain.
With a quick twist to the side, Matthew snapped the Fiend's neck and dropped the limp body.
During the scuffle, the other Fiends had converged and Matthew was forced behind cover to keep from getting hit.
"Jimmy! Go get some backup!"
one of the Fiend's gruff voices shouted.
The Varmint Rifle wielding Fiend dashed away, towards the door.
Matthew fired off a round and Jimmy howled and fell to the floor, groaning and crawling towards the door.
"Jimmy!"
the Fiend in charge screamed.
Matthew fired two rounds into the man's back and he crumpled to the floor with a choked gurgle. The Fiend with the knife had apparently been using Pyscho, because he roared like an animal and dove towards The Courier, knocking him to the floor.
He stabbed once and the knife glanced off of Matthew's NCR Ranger Combat Armor.
A fist slammed into the man's nose and he paused a fraction of a second, allowing Matthew to flip the man onto his back and climb atop him, wrenching the knife from his hand.
With a quick horizontal slash, the man's throat was torn open and blood gushed out onto the floor around him.
The man's thrashing slowed then stopped and Matthew stood up with a grunt, tossing the bloodied knife aside.
Brushing himself off and reloading Lucky.
The entrance had been cleared of Fiends but he still had the rest of the vault, assuming there were enough Fiends to occupy the entire thing that is.
Jimmy groaned and weekly tried to raise his Varmint Rifle as Matthew stepped over him and through the door.
Turning and crouching down to the man's level, Matthew lifted his head up to look at him.
"Where's the girl?"
he demanded.
Jimmy weakly smirked,
"Probably dead by now, assuming Leroy's finished with her."
Matthew pressed Lucky's barrel into the man's temple and squeezed the trigger...
No sex yet, but there will be in the next chapter, I promise ;)
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