Erhm well its kind of getting hard for me to write this as I have lost interest in it for some fucking odd reason but that doesn't really matter, I have an obligation to write it as some of you like this story, and I know what its like for the author to stop writing something I am in to. So for that sake I will force myself to write this chapter, even as I am writing this I am feeling more and more up to writing. So here's hoping that this fanfiction will see an end. ALSO! it seems I have forgotten to put in a disclaimer for each chapter, I see it useless seeing this whole website is about FAN fictions which is self-explanatory and should hint at none of this belongs to them(Other than OCs and other such) so here it goes: I do not own Fallout, however I do own the specific characters that I personally portray in this story. I will try to stay away from Fallout Characters as it is IMPOSSIBLE to write Exactly what they would say as they are each their own person and I can't literally get inside their heads, I have seen a few stories where it portrays them very well however I am not shure how I will do with that, but it May or May Not come up. Also some confusion I've gotten on when this goes on, this is 3 days Before the Courier gets shot in the face, after three days in the story that will happen and events may or may not be shown to reference the courier, or even the Lone Wanderer. Not shure yet, as I said in First Chapter, I am making this up as I go along though I have a tiny little miniscule of an idea of where this is gonna end, and I already know that about two people are going to actually Read all of this ^^^^ so haha pointlesssss!

We all had a hard time going back to sleep, but personally I needed it, Jones patched up my shoulder but I had breathing problems with my ribs, probably all the blows I took from that Legionnaire. I helped gather the bodies in one cell for looting later, it was agreed upon that everyone on the roof should get the first pick at the loot.

"Alright, everyone get up! We're going to travel alittle more then we're going to go back to the vault to tell them the situation. Does anyone have any problems with that?" James asked the group, including the Raiders.

After looking around the group of slightly battered raiders and vault dwellers they all agreed, we all went to the cage of the deceased. As agreed upon I went first. I personally didn't feel right looting the dead, but I was convinced by Rodger, I stepped up to the laid out bodies.

I swallowed down some sickness that I had gathered in my throat, It smelled gross, it looked gross, and it was a changing point for myself, I promised myself that if I was able to do this then I was a Real man, no more of that pussy weaseling out of hard work, I was gonna do Everything differently. Atleast, that's what I promised to myself.

I first checked their pockets, some coins and a few bottle caps, one thing that really caught my eye was a small chain-saw lookin' thing… I had seen schematics for it in the Vault but was never permitted to build one… It was a Ripper, I took it and shoved it in my duffle bag. "I'm done!" I called out to the others, Jones went next taking appropriate ammo and other such. I left and went back to sleep preparing for the day ahead, it was sure to be a long one.

Once we all had atleast Some sleep, we left at 8:00 AM, keeping to old Slave Escape trails, they were supposed to have several buildings dotted along it for shelter, and far enough from Legion Patrols in order to not get caught, we used them to trail our way closer to the vault. Atleast that's what we Were doing before shit Really went down.

"Hault! In the name of Caesar(Kaiser) Identify yourselves!" a Decanus shouted to our group, I silently cursed myself. "We are Travelers in search of shelter, could you show us a way to the nearest settlement?" James yelled back to them, as they were 50 yards away.

"Liars! You are NCR Spies! Kill them! They are unworthy of enslavement!" The Decanus ordered his 12 men, their years of discipline and training kicking in they didn't hesitate a second and charged us with weapons drawn, 8 of them had machetes, the recruits, and 2 of the 4 Primes had hunting rifles, as the other two had shotguns, the Decanus himself using a power fist. All the primes advanced steadily laying down fire while the recruits rushed us, the flying lead forced us to take cover, Jack and 4 of the raiders(All the raiders now carrying fire arms) ignored the onslaught of legion bullets and fired at the quickly advancing recruits, his .44 thundering with each shot. His aim was true and crippled if not killed 3 legionnaires while the raiders fired blindly in the general direction of the slaver's assault, hitting all of them atleast once or twice and grazing a Prime. I pulled out my newly found Ripper and charged one of the flanking recruits, clashing his machete with my Ripper, the machete sparked and was ripped in half as the ripper cut into the unarmored neck of the recruit, though a quarter of his neck was well… Missing… he still continued to fight, pulling out a kitchen knife and trying to gut me, luckily for me I had put on a flak jacket prior to leaving the vault. Blood splattered on my hands and all over the Ripper, flesh specks flying in every which way, I finally reached his spinal cord and severed it, his body went limp and I turned off the ripper and holstered it favoring my 9mm, when I looked back at my friends I saw that Jose's stomach had bin gored and his body thrown atop of a car, a look of excruciating pain and horror frozen on his face.

I turned a few more inches to see James grappling two legionaries at once, Jones wasn't in sight but this was to be expected. I left the main fight to charge the Primes, I charged forward in a beeline dodging .108s and the scatter shots of the shotguns. I tackled a prime and shifted my weight so he was over me, strangling him as he dealt crushing blows on my ribs and chest, the wind knocked out of me I let go of his neck and drew my personal combat knife and drive it upwards under his chin into soft flesh, his body went limp over mine and I withdrew my knife and sheathed it. The other Primes seemed to have forgotten about me because they were continuing to shoot at my group, I took his hunting rifle and without aiming shot it at one of the shotgun bearers, hitting him broadside he turned towards me and blasted three consecutive times, I felt the tiny BBs assaulting my armor and digging themselves in various places in my body, there weren't that many that actually pierced me but FUCK did it hurt! I redrew my 9mm and unloaded the clip in his general direction in my blood lust, I knew if I didn't end his fucking life he would end mine. after the 13 shots entered his center mass he dropped, I picked up the hunting rifle and continued to fire at the backs of the Legion, I got a good glimpse of our situation, and it wasn't good. I couldn't see any standing raiders and all but two of our original team was accounted for, I knew Jose was dead and I was sure Jones was Somewhere but it looked like Jack and James were in a desperate situation.

All of a sudden a legion head exploded in a red mist of brain matter and skull fragments, then another, then another. I guess that was Jones. I hit the ground Hard after being tackled by the Decanus, he hit my ribs and I felt the devastating blow break several ribs, I grabbed his power fisted arm by the wrist with both my hands, his free hand landed blows across my face, blackening my eye and bruising my right side. However I refused to let go of his power fist even as his blows started to force me unconscious, he layed one more hit and my vision started to fade, I felt his weight get off of me and several gentle hands care to me, that's when I blacked out.