The story of a rose in a shallow grave belongs to Wombag1786, this is the sequel to this one.
I do not own RWBY and Fallout.
Autor: Andiclip
Editor: selfishgecko
January 10.
8:30 pm
Yukon, Canada
"Hey Brandon, do you have a spare cigarette?" I ask one of my companions in another squad.
"Sorry, my ration ran out yesterday," He said as he tried to stay seated on the path they were going.
"Dammit! I need like two for these situations," My companion said, annoyed.
"Don't even try to hide it. Everyone knows that you became addicted to Psycho. Since they discovered you now, they are forcing you to be abstinent," Said my partner Smith who was taking out a menthol cigarette. "Take this, I hope that calms you down" He caught it gratefully, but then he looked at it badly.
"Do you smoke menthol? That shit tastes like toothpaste" Telling Smith, our squad leader.
"If you want, I'll take them" Pulling out one of his own to light it.
"No!" Taking it with both hands as if protecting it. "Okay! But it'll barely bring me down." Pulling out a lighter to light it.
"Very well, listen" Our officer raised his voice, and we immediately paid attention. "In the Yukon three days ago, a caravan of supplies for our men in Alaska was raided by Canadian rebels."
"Damn it, they don't understand that we need those resources to fight against the Chinese" Jeremiah said, looking at him.
"Our informants have found his possible base in the forest north of the city. Not more than an hour ago, the location was confirmed. Our orders are to directly attack his base and capture the leader and his subordinates."
"Do we have any secondary objectives, sir?" I ask while checking my service rifle.
"If you find data, take it" The officer said; I nodded in response.
"Will we have support, sir?" Brandon asked.
"We will only have three units out of five. The older ones are expecting an attrition fight" Brandon did not seem convinced.
"We're up to five! God have mercy on you!" the driver yelled.
"You heard it, check your guns and ammo, stick together, and we'll be partying in the rear with beer, women, and music."
"McAnnus, won't enjoy it" Smith replied to his partner, who was enjoying his purchased cigar but upon hearing it looked mad.
After we gave our weapons one last inspection, we got ready. I turned to the truck door to see an aurora. I wish Nora could see this. Too bad I see this as a soldier, not a civilian.
The truck stopped in the middle of the road. "Get out now!" the officer yelled.
My squad got off the truck, and another group followed the orders. To go into the forest. We noticed a slight noise as we moved through the cold landscape. Luckily, thanks to the snow, it hid our steps but not our tracks; if we wanted to get out alive, we had to do it quickly.
We moved until we reached a clearing with a house in the middle of the forest; it was two-story made of brick with a chimney. We also saw two lookout posts at the top at the only entrance that led to the mansion.
Smith and another took out their sniper rifles to eliminate the guards. As the entrance is free, we entered the residence. The windows were closed, which meant they were asleep. We had a great advantage.
We entered the mansion to inspect each room. We found intelligence, data, and cartographies of our supply caravans in one of them. We went up to the second floor, but we heard footsteps. We took advantage of the darkness of the corners to see a rebel in night clothes using a gun. Smith approached him, knocked him out and kept moving forward.
We arrived at the shared room of the rebels, and the lieutenant ordered my squad to look for the leader.
We moved between rooms, but we heard a gunshot which caused the lights to snap on. We moved quickly until we reached the last room where Rogers was shot in the chest; I quickly dragged my him to cover as bullets hit the wall.
Smith threw a grenade into the room to stun them. We came out of hiding to immobilize the leader and his second-in-command.
We took their weapons and handcuffed them to get them out of the room. As we took them outside, we saw that in the henchmen's rooms, one was dead in his bed, covered by a sheet.
I forced myself to ignore the scene and move on. On our way out, we gathered thirty men and women in the courtyard chained with their knees on the ground.
"Targets secured, I repeat, targets secured" The lieutenant said through a portable radio.
"Well, does anyone want extra bacon?" Brandon joked, and we laughed about it.
"I want a new pack of cigarettes," Smith said.
"I'll talk to the general so he can find you a healthier addiction," Rogers said to Smith, who began to give him reasons for his need.
The lieutenant returned with a stoic look.
"What were the orders, sir?" I asked while rubbing my hands together.
"No survivors," He said coldly, dazing me.
"Wait, you aren't being serious, are you?"
"I am, Corporal" Pulling out his rifle to release the safety. "No Survivors!"
The group was frozen by the orders, but they were forced to follow them. I refused to do it.
"But, sir! We can't question them if there are more!"
"These are orders; comply with Corporal Nate or refrain and get a trial" Going forward with the rest of my companions.
I wanted to draw my gun and force him not to, but it would be a betrayal, and I would never see my family again. With no choice, I reluctantly pulled out my gun and took aim.
I was frozen, but only a single word was enough for him to do it. "Fire!"
"Oh!" Nate yelled, jumping up from the old couch where he had slept last night. Because of his fear, he took out his weapon to aim at nothing, waiting for an enemy. Only he was in his old house.
He took several breaths to calm down a bit as he sat down on the sofa.
"What the hell was that?" Nate asked, still groggy from sleep.
He shed a tear at that.
He cleaned the area where he fell and checked his Pip-Boy; it was six in the morning with a light morning mist.
He left his home to walk a bit. He needed to clear his mind for now.
He hadn't spent a day in the Wasteland and was already having nightmares of what he had to do in his old life. For now, he had to do the best thing he knew how to do, hide those feelings and pretend they didn't exist.
He approached the bridge and saw the old Red Rocket station where he used to work. He sighed at it.
The only thing they had done during that time was to clear the area. The lack of tools and materials was necessary along with the supplies; the ones they had brought would not last more than two days.
Nate saw the old yellow house, and out of curiosity, he went in to see it was in the same state as the others. He ignored that to look for something useful among the drawers. He only found burned clothes, dirty fabric, and things that could be dismantled to obtain materials. He saw a piece of furniture next to a lamp in the room that he supposed was where those who lived here slept.
Opening it, he smiled at what he found; a box of cigarettes and matches. He took them to the welcome sign to light one up and smoke. He didn't like to smoke; for him, it was a disgusting and unnecessary habit, but sometimes he did it when he needed it. While holding the cigarette with his right hand, letting it burn little by little, he was watching the sunrise. Whenever he saw one, it gave him a strange feeling of peace, and it was welcome.
He saw how Codsworth arrived from the bridge with wild fruits and Six carrying a 'deer,' but this one lacked fur and had red skin and two heads.
"Good day, sir!" I salute your metal friend.
"Codsworth, Six," He said, greeting them in his own way.
Six saw him smoking and went to the house to leave the meat. "Did you wake up wanting to smoke?"
"Now, will you say I'll die if I smoke one now?" I ask, annoyed, while continuing to smoke.
"Not unless you want to catch some radiation," he said as he rolled his cigar with coyote tobacco. Nate rolled his eyes; a little cancer never hurt anyone.
"Do you make your own cigars?"
"I like that they are fresh" When he finished his work, he lit it, and I accompanied him while he smoked.
They both fell silent as they smoked their own cigars. "So, what was life like before the war?" Breaking the silence.
"As always, chaotic and beautiful" He said, taking a drag. "And the current one?"
"Same, only now you have to know how to use a weapon."
"An armed society is a polite society," he said without thinking. "Look, I appreciate you wanting to teach me how to survive, but we're talking about my son, the only thing I have left, and I don't know what's happening to him right now," Nate said after finishing his cigarette. "I really must do this."
Six looked into his eyes and saw that despair in his eyes, he may have never had a child, but he felt that similar feeling when Ruby was kidnapped. "Fine, but you won't go alone, but I will take one of the children with me. It may not look like it, but they are stronger than they seem."
"Okay, but we have to move; I don't know how much time we have left."
Nate said, leaving, and thought about who would go with him. He couldn't help but see himself reflected in Nate. They both had different histories but similar goals. I swear by whoever will listen, I will keep him from falling into that bottomless pit.
Since I replayed Fallout 4 I felt it had weak and rushed writing. Not to mention Nate himself. I thought I'd give him a bit more background during his time in the military; other than that, Six taking into account the events of A rose over a shallow, seriously changed his personality and attitude.
Tell me what you think.
I'll just say that this Fallout 4 will be rewritten from scratch.