2 years ago, Goodneighbor and East Boston area

I was looking for something to scavenge in the area around the old library and between Pickman gallery when I saw a few dogs moving around something. Getting close one of them sees me and stares, soon followed by the others. And slowly raising the N99 i shoot the first one in the head killing it, making the other 2 separate and trying to circle me

Backing up and firing 3 times on the left i hit one, only injuring it. The last dog runs and pounces at me just as I leap on to my right, but it jumps again and as it's on top of me, I grab his neck preventing it bites me and shooting twice in the chest at point blank. Collapsing with a last whine and pain, I can't see the other dog i injured save for some blood stains. I round the bodies and prepare to take them to the town

It feels weird and i don't like the idea , but meat is meat you know ? Time ago a dog with most of it's fur, a German Shepherd, began following around. It even got me to some old lady around quincy. It was a strange encounter and i heard about her from people. Mama Murphy, a chem addict talking weird. It may seems stupid now but the talk about this 'sight' and destiny made me feel good and distracted by my thoughts, and still the dog and i met other times , bonding

(Sigh) It's worth living... I hear words , no yelling "GET HIM ! IT'S HIM GET THAT FREAK !"

I sneak around a corner and peeking out see 3 raiders circling and taunting a wounded man

"HOW DO YOU LIKE IT FREAK !" Followed by words too far too hear well

The well dressed and wounded man laughs but is pushed against the wall and that's when I decide to act. Going forward as quietly as i can i begin to aim at the closer one, back turned and unaware but yelling at the man. Aiming at the back of hack of his head and shoot

Soon silence and startled yells and the remaining raiders are distracted by me , only for the man to elbow the neck and then twist it in an unnatural angle. The last raider confused by the new threat, tries to stab him but he grabs her hand and knees her in the gut and as she bends, grab the head kneeing at the exposed neck before flipping the body over to the ground

I get close , curious about it but still aiming the gun. Gray suit and gray tie, with lots of cuts and blood on his torso and arm. His face with short dark hair and beard , i can see an excited and crazed expression. Taking the dead raiders knife he stabs the still alive raider , making wet sounds and earning raw and instinctive cries, as he traces a vertical line on the raider , the screaming gets more primal and panicked. He laughs, putting the knife in his hands and stands up

"Uhh you ok ? What happened ?" I pity that raider. Getting cut open and alive is not the best way to die , and it's probably still dying , but it's a raider after all and they do that all the day. That's what they get

"Eh ... such an impolite and ignorant audience makes poor critics" He cuts up the bodies some more... What the hell is this ?!

"Nice shot, took the pleasure from me though"

"Who are you ?"

"I am an artist and the Commonwealth is my canvas, as for the paint ... Got a gallery up north, now in a ... transitional state. I will be a roaming artist, come see me" Who is this psycho ? Better play along for now and hope he doesn't follow me

"Have to go now, you ... uhh enjoy your paintings"

He laughs again and comes closer "Name is Pickman, owner and artist of the gallery. See you around, killer" That cold feeling grips me...

- PRESENT

I woke up flailing my limbs around and get a startled whine from my dog... fuck man , that was a fucking dream at least, still happened but i am far and safe here, no crazy bastard around. I stretch and pace around my room before falling asleep again