(2281, No Man's Land, on the former border of Michigan)

It has been two days since I left the 14th recording at my last stop, and it was just my luck that I ran out of gas again, just when I was about to cross the state border. The Old World map of the states offered me little help; all the gas stations I managed to find were empty and/or already looted.

I was still far from reaching Chicago, but in theory I was in Brotherhood territory now, though as far as I could see this still looked like No Man's Land to me. The No Man's Land was literally what it meant; no one owed anything just crossed it as quick as they could. Of course this was the ideal place for raider, slaver and other scoundrels of the wastes to hide or make camp. Raiders and other gangbangers are supposed to control most of the traffic along the road, or that was what the last caravan said I crossed the other week.

I checked my map again and started pushing my bike along the road; the Sun was still blazing down upon me. Soon I should look for drinkable water, the supply I took from the last group of bandits was going to empty by the end of the day.

As I was pushing my bike for 6 miles now, my only luck was that the Sun was going down so the heat was lifted off my head. I managed to find a ruined building on the side of the motorway; it must have been an old motor inn from the pre-war era. The parking lot was littered with abandoned cars and a few skeletal remains of the former residents or maybe owners; unfortunately none of the cars were the type I could get fuel out. Who was I kidding; even if they were that kind cars that ran on fuel, it would have gone bad by now.

I parked my bike and covered it with a dirty sheet so if anyone wanted to investigate they might think it was another abandoned vehicle. I took my gear out and headed upstairs, the rooms weren't barred in so I could open almost every door without picking the locks or kicking them down. The rooms were a different story though, ruined beds, chairs and more skeletons, figures I thought.

I was able to find a relatively clean room with a bed intact; I closed then barricaded the door for the night, you can't be sure enough in No Man's Land. I wasn't worried about the window since it was dirty beyond any vision. I threw my bag on the chair then headed to check out the bathroom. Nothing, no running water, the medical cabinet was already looted; I huffed in annoyance then turned back.

As soon as I reached the bed I fell onto it face forward, I was tired, no more like exhausted for the day. Can't really blame myself, I was driving for days without sleep, and pushed the bike for the last few miles. My body wanted to sleep so badly, but I didn't, my mind protested against it. I didn't realized it but I was lying on the bed for 30 minutes now, it felt comfy as comfy as a dirty pre-war bed could be, and my eyes soon closed, surrendering to my need for slumber.

I woke up outside of the room, I wasn't even in vicinity of the motor inn anymore, instead I was standing on an empty road in a ruined city. Cars and trucks blocked most of the way, I hear gunfire in the distance, I wanted to draw my weapon but I couldn't find it anywhere.

Suddenly a member of the Brotherhood ran past me wearing the T-45d power armor. He was soon followed by another five carrying laser rifles while the last one was covering them with her Gatling Laser. I soon started to remember the scene, I panicked I knew this situation very well; it was the sole reason why I choose to leave the Capital Wasteland and make the trip across this desolate place in the first place.

(2281, BoS vertibird en route towards Philadelphia, four months prior to the present)

- Ok, so this is the situation. Our scouts reported heavy mercenary activity, most presumably Talon Company, in the area. The mercs have been harassing the locals, killing people left and right and selling the survivors as slaves to fund their operation.

Lyons gave us a clear order, go in, eliminate the head, then free any surviving civilian, if there are any. Any questions? – I was briefing my squad on our way to the ruins of Philadelphia.

Ever since the success of Project Purity 4 years ago the Brotherhood has been expanding its influence by using it monopoly on pure water and advanced technology. I was just a squire, on the way to knighthood when Nathaniel joined the Brotherhood of Steel. The guy got in by helping some scientist from Rivet City to safely escape to the Citadel from the Enclave. I honestly doubted Lyons when he let this vault escapee into the ranks of the Brotherhood, not realizing how mistaken I was back then.

In the following months, he impressed both me and Sarah as he slowly started to make a name for him in the wastes; and without noticing it he was soon put into the same power armor trainee group as I was in. I didn't care how much of a hero he was; he did get on my nerves on several occasions before Project Purity. I could say we became rivals, then friends inside the organization. We used to have our daily fights in the courtyard, mostly beating each other half dead before the sergeants could separate us, sometimes we sneaked out, climbed the Washington Monument and sniped super mutants for fun.

I hated and respected him at the same time, eventually after the successful assault on Jefferson Memorial our comradeship turned into respected friendship. He did more than all the Paladins could together to the Brotherhood, finishing the Enclave off at Adams Air Force Base cemented Brotherhood control over D.C.

Nate was made paladin soon after that, and helped us to expand our control beyond the Capital Wasteland. I was made paladin a year after him, I clearly remember the time in Baltimore, where we smoked out a bunch of super mutants to clear the city. Within the next three years, the Brotherhood had direct leadership over D.C, Baltimore and Richmond. We also managed to repair the railroad to the Pitt, so the city soon started to become more alive as merchants stopped by it, rather than slavers.

After our successes, Lyons decided that we should also expand north in the direction of Boston, The Commonwealth. Philadelphia and New York was made our next target of setting up a pathway of outpost and bases. The operation was easier said than done, no one expected to encounter the fortified Talon Company mercs and Enclave remains on the way, not to mention the raider dens too. Our expeditions barely made it to New York, and so our little war started to secure the corridor to Boston.

I was optimistic about the outcome of the whole conflict, though the Brotherhood had one problem at the hand. Our numbers did swell the past years as Lyons allowed anyone to join the Brotherhood from the wastes. The mortality rating of the new recruits decreased and our fighting force increased exponentially. This was both good and bad at the same time, true we had numbers on our side but there weren't enough armor to supply the rest of the recruits.

Even with some of the salvaged and repainted Enclave power armors we still lacked to supply everyone. Not to mention our weaponry, most of the new initiatives had/has to use solid ammunition based weapons like rifles, assault rifles, pistols and machine guns. I told Nate, that these poor people will most likely end up as cannon fodder and it turned out I was right.

In 2280 Rothchild called the Circle together for an emergency meeting, me, Nate and Sarah represented the youngest generation of the Order. Rothchild said we managed to receive an encrypted transmission from the West. At first Lyons thought our brothers from Lost Hills wanted to cash in on us. Later on it turned out that the signal came from a site called the Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado.

The transmission came in weeks ago, but it took Rothchild that long to decipher it to so he may present it to us. The result was shocking to all of us, even the old man's jaw dropped a bit at the fact that it was a Brotherhood code.

It was a message, more like a rally from one of our branches in the Midwest. Another branch of the Brotherhood that has cut itself from Lost Hills and was now calling out for other splinter branches like us. This realization was kept as a secret among the members until Lyons and Rothchild can come up with an answer, I was sent out to scavenge for communication equipment to boost our long range communication devices.

Nate was ordered to make a trip to Point Lookout for the time being, he said there was a ghoul named Desmond who may know a thing or two about tracking radio frequencies. Until our missions were completed we were put off from the front, the war for the "Boston Corridor" was waged on without us, claiming lives day by day.

It took us a month, but I managed to scavenge Enclave equipment that may be able to work for the purpose, and Nate convinced our "expert" to put a hold on his own plans, I knew ghouls were bastards towards humans but this Desmond guy was a class A jerk the whole time he was here.

In the end we were sent back to the front and let Lyons and Rothchild handle the rest, by the time I got back to the fighting a whole year has passed and I was tasked to lead an assault on the Talon Company encampment in Philadelphia. Nearly 200 men were put under my command, most of them were modestly equipped squires and knights, only a few companies had power armor and energy weapons to go around with.

As freshly named star paladin I never liked being in the back, I always fought from the front and so does Nate too. It became part of our friendly rivalry to see who can have the highest body count after each mission. This was the case with the current assignment as well, the vertibirds were to drop us 300m away from the encampment, and most of the "irregulars" were waiting and has already engaged the defenders by now.

I and the rest of the armored companies meant to act as vanguard for the first push. The vertibirds landed and shortly opened their doors for us to march out. The street was in ruins and abandoned car wrecks littered the way towards the first barricade. I heard bullets glancing off the vertibirds armor plating, it seems like they have long range weaponry too.

- Alright, everyone. Go, go, go! – I ordered through my radio and jumped out of the side of the vertibird, into the warzone. My squad followed me close and as soon as the last men left the transport, the flying machinery lifted off along with the rest.

The sight that awaited us was like The Mall in D.C, but much longer and it had no trenches and had less dirt along it. Instead it was ruined cars acting as covers and barricades, shoot up asphalt and small smoking craters left by mortar fire adored the road leading up to the first enemy barricade. The road towards the gate of the encampment was full of dead bodies of the previous waves of assaults before our arrival.

- Sir! – An "irregular" ran up to me and gave a quick salute.

- What's the situation, soldier? – I said through my helmet. Me and my company must have looked like the Messiah in steel for these folks. Deep in my head I pity them, common wasteland folks whose only problem was to keep on living day by day, until we arrived and forced them into an open war with psychopaths.

- We are so glad to have you here, sir! All our previous attempts to breach the barricades have failed; we have lost two entire companies and a half. Losses are not severe at the moment, but it won't be good if they keep this up. –

- How much territory do they cover? –

- The whole park sir, from Liberty Bell to the First Bank, and that is only the southern barricades. They have further fortifications at Chris Church Burial and the Mint, the latter is their base of operation. –

- Good, rally everyone behind us, and then be prepared to move forward. My company will make an advance forward while you cover us from behind. Provide suppressing fire if possible. – I said and then a bullet glanced off my helmet. The "irregular" ducked and looked up at me in horror expecting my brains to be blown out. I looked at the direction where the bullet might come from and armed my laser rifle.

She hesitantly nodded at me then ran to her own to pass on the orders. I watched my brothers and sisters take up formation, it is going to be a hard assault but I was hoping for a relatively positive outcome for us. In a few minutes we were standing in formation, I raised my fist signaling those behind me to be ready then motioned forward. We began our march towards the barricade, proceeding further up the road the wreckage became scarce, providing less and less cover for the "irregulars" behind us.

- Soldiers, follow us close. We'll provide covering fire, Amarty, fire that rocket launcher at that wreck 11 o'clock. Jayo, Ryle and Lasinsky commence suppressive fire with those Gatlings at those barricades, keep their heads down! - I ordered them through the built in helmet radio. My men acted like a well-oiled machine, a rocket soon hit the truck causing its core to blow up destroying the left side of the blockade. The gatling lasers fired endlessly at the top of the makeshift walls and the rain of bullets soon eased up. The "irregulars" behind us came closer and opened fire from their weapons as well, covering the windows and any other position where the enemy could ambush us.

- Just a little further, men! – I said as I released a series of laser bolts at the top of the barricade. – Keep on the pressure, we have then now! –

At last we managed to get to the barricade and the first knights along with me climbed over. The Talon Company I found on the other side looked at me in surprise as I hopped over the makeshift wall. He raised his assault rifle but I caught it at the end and twisted the gun out of his hands. The next thing I did was grabbing him and smashing his head into the junk wall, his buddies quickly caught on and opened fire on us. The bullets glanced of our armor like raindrops, we retaliated with heavy laser fire and it didn't take long until our volley killed the last of the mercenaries. With that we captured the objective; all we had to do next is to signal our boys above and…

I never expected them to be this smart; in the moment of victory I was too proud of my soldiers, my brothers and sisters. I didn't noticed the beeping, and the next thing was the feeling of being lifted up by the sheer force of a dozen detonating cars, and the chunks of metal hitting the armor, rendering it to pieces, shredding the people un protected.

(2281, present No Man's Land, abandoned motor inn)

My eyes shot open, my heart was racing and I was sweating like a Brahmin. I don't know how long I was asleep, but it looked like it was long enough for me to dream. I wiped my brows to get rid of the cold sweat, my hands were shaking. I decided to not sleep again for another three or more days, trying to survive in the day was enough, I didn't need that kind of excitement at night as well.

As I got up I heard noises coming from outside, the windows were too dirty to see anything so an crouched down and slowly opened the door to see something. I grabbed my silenced pistol and began to move out as silently as possible. I was really hoping it is not something serious, but with my luck it was always something serious.

Outside I spotted a band of raiders arguing with a whole bunch of slavers. They were discussing prices, the raiders seemed to capture a few indigenous folk from the Midwest and the West. I pitied them, probably the first "civilized" people these tribals met were slavers and raider scums like those below.

The haul was poor, or at least the slavers didn't agree to take this many for the price the raiders wanted to get. Three men and one woman, all of them wore tribal rags, these people called clothing and none of them wore shoes or any kind of footwear. A hazard in my opinion, but I guess nowadays no one really walks in the cities, since they are a greater hazard than just a few scrapes and cuts on the soles, but some may argue about it, but not me.

- So, ya dig? – The raider said spitting out at the slaver.

- No we ain't! – The slaver boss said looking at the slaves. – You sniffed to many jets if you think I'll take these ran down savages for 500! – He pointed at the nearest man. – They can't do jack shit, and my employers wants people for ah… fuck… Percy remind me again will ya? –

- Sophisticated, heavy duty labor. – A bald salver said as he spat out the remains of his cigarette.

- That. So… you either take your 200 or… - The slaver said but the raiders pulled their guns and other weapons out.

- Or what assface? – The leader of the raider gang said as he pulled a shiv out from it holster. Just then his head exploded, the one standing next to him soon followed in the head popping. Using the confusion to their advantage the slaver pulled their rifles and killed the remaining raiders off. Some tried to run but whoever shot the two before got them before they could disappear into the dusk.

- Or that will happen. – The salver spat on the corpse then walked over to the shocked tribals. – Alrigth, make camp and take these jackasses somewhere they won't be a bother. – The slaver boss ordered and his lackeys took the four tribal away.

- Hey boss. – A femine boss called out from the darkness. – Look what I found! – A blonde woman walked down the stairs across my position, carrying a long barreled sniper rifle on her back. She motioned at the place my bike was hold up, I silently cursed inside my head.

- What? –

- It's a bike. –

- I know what it is, Ellie. I'm not dumb. –

- It's in pretty condition, out of gas but… hey would you look at this. – The slaver sniper ripped the sheet off of my bike. – A Brotherhood insignia. – She said inspecting the side of the tank where I painted the insignia on.

- The Brotherhood is miles away. How the hell its hardware does ends up at our turf? – Another salver pointed out only to be slapped in the back of his head.

- Think stupid! – His boss ordered him. – If this thing is hear, then its owner must be close by. And you know… those Brotherhood boys and girls haul good shit. – He said smirking a bit. – Take the bike and search the area, our guest either comes to us, or we have to come for him, I don't care, but I want it alive, got it?! –

Not only had they taken my only ride, they were hunting for me now as well. I seriously can't waste bullets on these idiots, but I needed to get the bike back. I looked around and waited until the group dispersed a little bit.

I quietly made my way towards the stair, while holding my silenced pistol close to me all the time. I cannot afford to fight now, I guess I have to take them on one by one; they took away the slaves leaving only one slaver to loot all the raiders. He was the closest, so I made him my first target. Sneaking up behind him while he was throwing away the junk he found on the raider. Grabbing his neck I quickly shut him up before pulling him behind a wrecked car and broke his neck. He immediately went limp, I wanted to loot the corpse, but right now it wasn't the time for that.

I continued on, crouching in the darkness, avoiding the lights as many times as possible. So far I managed to get two more without a single shot, but it was only a matter of time before they notice the bodies or the lack of lackeys. I finally managed to make my way towards the makeshift encampment; they already started a fire in the middle of it and snapped shock collars on the tribals. They event stationed a few guards at the place where they kept my bike; I guess I can't get it back without shooting.

- Good job scout boy. – I heard a rifle being armed behind my head and a woman talking to me. – But you need to hide your tracks better. – I turned around only to see the sniper woman the boss called Ellie. The blonde slaver gave me a smug smile as she pointed the end of her rifle at me. It wasn't a regulars hunting rifle, it was a legitimate military grade anti-material one, and for a sec I wondered how in tarnation she got such hardware from.

The woman whistled and the slaver got their heads up at her call, it wasn't long before they got to me and I had to discard my only weapon. I raised my arms and acted as cool as possible, meanwhile I was trying to form a plan to get out of this pinch somewhat alive.

- Hehe… lookie here. – The slaver boss came up to me with a lit cigar in his hand. – I figured it will be a while until we can find you but, ol'Ellie got you for us before dinner. – He inhaled on his cigar then blew out the smoke into my face. – I hear rumor, ya know? Rumors about ya Brotherhood boys and girls carrying fancy tech with ya. – He began to walk around me. – You folk ain't look so willy-nilly without ya power armor. Left it in the cleaner or what, am I right boys? – That was one of the worst jokes/ pun I heard from a sentiment being the past months. The slavers laughed out loud but stopped as their boss held up his left palm.

- You gut nothing to say? – He asked me, staring directly at me from close I could swear I smelled his stench.

- Look. – I began trying to sound indifferent and calm. – I didn't want to do this but you have something I'm in dire need of, so why don't we discuss this like semi-sane men and let each other be on their way. – I offered more than I wanted to ask them. Just then something hard hit me on the back of my head.

- Nice work Ellie. – The boss said and squatted down to my level. – Ya don't really know how to read yer situation well kiddo. Since ya ain't in any position to negotiate. – He stood up threw away his cigar. – Snap a collar on him and put him to the rest of the bunch, we might even get a nice load of caps for him at least. –

"Like hell you will." I thought to myself and while they were listening to their boss I kicked out his legs from under him. Using the free seconds of the confusion I managed to get the knife he had on his vest out of its holster and threw it at the nearest guard. I managed to hit the bastard in the arm and in panic the guy started shooting blindly with his assault rifle. I grabbed the slaver boss and using him as a living shield I managed to evade the volley of the two slavers that gunned their own boss down to kill me.

I drifted behind cover and waited until they empty their barrels, meanwhile I was on a lookout for the sniper. She disappeared right after the shooting began; as the bullets tore into the stone I accounted my options. I needed my bike, for that I had to get through a whole armed group, the sniper was nowhere to be found and I was unarmed. Nate would have probably pull out something useful from his ass, but I didn't have the ability to magically fit an entire armory into my pants.

Waiting for them to change their magazines, I noticed that the air vibrated slightly near my cover, I know what that meant. So that is how she did it, I pretended I didn't notice her and looked outside from my cover, allowing the sniper to come closer. I grabbed a handful of dust, and pretended I was waiting to throw it at them. When the sniper got close enough I turned around quickly and chucked a handful of dust and pebbles at the invisible figure.

She began hacking, and the dust highlighted her figure so I could jump at her now. Wrestling her to the ground I tore the stealthboy off her wrist. The woman named Ellie now became visible and she was gritting her teeth at me. She kicked me off of her and wanted to take out her side arm but noticed her holster was empty. I patted myself on the shoulder, and even allowed small smile as I aimed the revolver at the woman.

I only shot twice, both shots were a miss since she was to agile, for a slaver she was really good, I admitted. Forcing her to take cover I turned towards the other two slavers, four bullets that were all I had left. I aimed and pulled the trigger once, I hit one of them on the head, dashing out of cover I pulled the trigger a second time, I managed to hit the other in the shoulder and with a leap I was on him.

I grabbed his gun and we were now in a fierce tug-o-war of who can have the assault rifle. I was trying to avoid getting to the other end of it so he would shoot me. He forcefully tried to kick and push me away but I didn't give up that easily. We were twirling for quite some time before his head exploded, splattering blood and chunks in my face. I grabbed the gun and released a series of shots at the sniper's position.

I could see the anger in Ellie's eyes; she didn't even bother to get in cover to make the shot at me. It turned out I was lucky enough that in the last second I managed to turn the slaver around, so she hit him instead of me. She ducked down as the first set tore into her cover, I used the chance to get closer to her, and while doing so I released few short series to keep her pinned.

I climbed up to her cover and grabbed the muzzle of her anti material rifle. She kicked out at me and tried to use her own gun to push me down. I dodged and kicked at her right side; she evaded in the last second and attacked me with the stock. I blocked the hit with my left arm, and managed to grab the rifle with my right. With a strong twist I tossed the rifle out and away from her, jumping back she stationed herself. In the same second she pulled out a bayonet and longed at my throat.

I caught her wrist and the both of us were now on the ground, she forcefully tried to dip the bayonet into my throat, I was using all of my strength to prevent her from doing that and kick her off of me. I managed to free myself by head-butting her, she stumbled back I got up and pulled out her own revolver. I still had two shots and I was ready to use it on her, regaining her senses she wanted to stab at me, but I hit her in the face and catching her wrist I twisted it, I could swear I heard it crack a bit and I was right, Ellie let out a painful scream and dropped the bayonet. Letting her go I tossed her on the ground, but she didn't give up, wanting to stand up I aimed the revolver at her head managing to stop her.

- It's over. – I said staring the blonde woman down. She stared back with angry eyes, but remained silent. For a moment she looked at her rifle that was lying on the ground far away from her to get it and I aimed closer. – Forget about it. – I said warning her.

- Fuck you. – She managed to say and I heard a pin being removed and a metallic object hitting the ground.

I didn't expect she would go suicide on me; I jumped down from the high ground we were on, but instead of an explosion I only saw a blinding flash. Luckily I got far enough to only hurt me eyes, but I cursed myself for falling for the trick. The next minute I got back up she was gone, along with her rifle. It looks like I've already made my first nemesis in No Man's Land, as if the gangs, slavers and raiders weren't deadly enough, there was now a crazy woman, who is a very good sniper, wanting my head as well.

Not wanting to give too much thought about it I walked back to the slaver camp, it turned out that the captured tribals haven't left while I made a commotion. They were still tied down and collared. I don't know whether they can understand me or not, I warned them to do nothing funny while I search for a disruptor to turn their collars off. I found it on the second corpse I manage to kill by shooting him in the head with Ellie's revolver.

- Okay, now… I'm going to take those off. – I said approaching the tribals. They tried to cover away from me but I stopped and lifted the disruptor up. – I'm here to help you guys. This thing will get off those metal things off your neck. – I waved the device in my hand and motioned at my neck what will it do.

One of the savages allowed me to get close enough to get the collar off, the thing popped off in a second. The other soon flooded around me to free them as well, but I had to yell at them to only come at once. After freeing them the men said something in their tongue, I didn't understand it, but I guess it was some kind of "thank you" or thing. The woman however looked at me silently; eyes wide like a curious child. I was too tired to think about it so I just waved her off with a your welcome and surprisingly she left, I felt a bit relieved, I thought I had to explain it to her.

Looting the corpses I managed to scavenge 324 caps off the slaver and another 142 from the raiders. I collected their ammunition, along with the clips in their rifles, but left the weapons since I didn't wanted to travel with extra weight. Unfortunately they didn't have much food, water or medicine; the slavers had some decent supply of water and food, but only Med-Xs but no stimpaks. The raiders didn't even have those, mostly chems, mentats, jet and phsycho, I wasn't an addict so I had no use for them, I mostly sold them, and the sad fact was they sold good.

Ellie was furious; looking behind her a few times she had to flee another mile before she was sure she was not followed. Making camp and starting a fire was hard with a twisted wrist and little supplies. Jabbing some Med-X into her system she had an attempt to twist her wrist back into normal. After a few hours and two more Med-Xs her wrist was in a normal position again. She then wrapped it up and took up inventory.

- Fucking ass, fucking boy scout! – She cursed under her breath. – Those were my last Stealth boys, and my revolver. I even left the spare mags with those dipshits. Fuck! – She tossed her bag away.

Looking into the fire she couldn't think about anything but getting back at the Brotherhood soldier. On that night she swore, the next time she crosses him, she'll have him by the balls and be sure to end him as painfully as she could.

The next morning I set out early to make a good tack before the heat kicks in, damn I wished it was a nuclear winter instead of the fucking heat. I occasionally stopped to have a few sips of water and to check me course. So far I was on the right track; I looked at the pre-war map and traced my eyes along Road 34. I decided to follow it until I reach a town called Osseo and then get off of it and continued forward on land.

I sighed; I still had a long way to Chicago and limited supplies. I wish I could have taken a vertibird ride, but almost all of them are probably in New York by now and the rest is in D.C to patrol the area. Spending a few more extra minutes in the shade I noticed something coming at me from the horizon. It was too far for me to see it clearly but I hoped it is not some raider scout, or gangbanger.

I took out my binoculars and spied the horizon; I couldn't believe what I saw. It was that tribal woman from last night. I got confused, either we were heading in the same direction or was she waiting for me to show up, I couldn't decide, but then again I haven't said anything but a few short words to her so, she waiting for me was out of the question. Yeah, it is probably a coincidence she was there, but then again she was heading towards me, does she wants something from me, or is just my imagination from this heat.

I decided to wait for a few more minutes, the woman stopped in the shadow of a ruined road sign. I pretended not to notice her and began to push my bike forward; reaching the road sign I continued to pretend not to notice her. Passing by I felt relieved, she didn't jumped at me or attacked me so… it must have been just a coincidence.

Just I was on my way I heard footsteps from behind, I stopped in alarm and they stopped. No way, was she following me? I didn't want to look back, I might be just imagining things, and what would a savage want with me. She seemed… docile last night, so I didn't understand why she would be following me. I began to push forward again, and the steps followed in pursuit. Alright, this was official now, she was following me. I didn't turn around immediately; she might be dangerous against her appearance.

I continued on for a while waiting for a chance to make the first move. She followed ma just a few feet behind me, I unnoticeably reached into my coat and grabbed my gun. I slowed down pretending I was going to stop to drink again and when she slowed down as well and turned around in a blink of an eye and pushed her on the ground.

It was easy considering she was lighter than me; I soon loomed over her, aiming my newly acquired revolver at her. From the ground she looked back at me with a shocked expression, but it was surprised than scared. As if she wasn't afraid that someone was aiming a gun at her at point blank range at her head.

- Alright, what… do… you…. want?! – I tried to talk slow for her. No answer came, she probably didn't even understand my language. Looking at her I now had a much better view than last night, her two piece garment that covered her chest and groin was made out of some king of scaly leather or something on that line. Her hair only reached the middle of her back and was a bit messy, but most of it remained in a straight fashion. Her skin was tanned, I guess typical of the indigenous tribes; even her eyes were a bit slanted too. She didn't have any weapon on her, or at least nothing that could be used as a weapon, she didn't even have any shoes or boots on as well. Was she tracking on the hot sand and asphalt barefoot all this time, it seemed like it but I didn't care.

She got up and shot a curious look at me like the one last night. I grunted and put the gun away, I wasn't going to waste bullets on a crazy tribal. I allowed her to get up and for a few moments she was still watching me while I was debating what should I do now.

- Look. – I broke the silence. –I need to be on my way, and… don't really have much thing to spare. – I stopped to see if she understand or even comprehends anything of what I'm saying. – But I might can spare a can and a bottle of water. – I opened one of the containers on the bike and rummaged through for some food and water. I finally found some Cram and a bottle of purified water. I reached out to her to give it to her, but she only stared at them like if she didn't know what to do with those.

- Great… - I said with a sight but then she cut me off.

- You are from the Brotherhood Tribe! – I heard her saying that cheerfully and the next moment she locked her arms and body around me in a strong bear hug. I dropped the supplies at the gesture caught me off guard and stood there speechless. – I finally found you! – I heard her speaking again, while she smiled happily at the discovery.

So after months here it is chapter 1, I know it took months but I had my reasons for it.

First of all I had to wait for the release of Fallout4 to see what kind of plot will it have, when I noticed it was set in 10 years after Fallout3 I had to rewrite the whole thing to fit into the plot of Fallout4, mainly.

The second reason was that I was working on anther project, which gave me the time to wait for Fallout4, but better late than never, right?

So here he is my OC from the Fallout series:

Start-Paladin William David Fox

Age:23; Gender: Male, Caucasian;

Strenght:6

Preception:4

Endurance:5

Charisma:5

Intelligence:4

Agility:3

Luck:1

Perks: Strong Back; Steady Aim; Pain Train; Awareness; Cap Collector; Lone Wanderer; Medic; Hacker; Gunslinger; Commando; Fortune Finder;

Plus: Energy Weapons bobblehead: +25% Crit chance with energy weapons

These perks and attributes may change through the story, and I may add a few more non-canon ones to spice it a bit. Also some of these perks may come from Fallout 4, I didn't have time to check it throughly. I hope you will enjoy it and I'm sorry for the grammar and spelling errors.

Feel free to review and share your thoughts with me, but please in a way of constructive criticism if you would like me to correct something.

Till the next time!