" - fucking scum you are ! If i catch you i fucking kill you !" We run away from the crazy old raider and hide behind a wall, adrenaline and amusement running through our bodies, listening for any footsteps or sounds. No noises came and we laugh, pointing at each other
"Man did you see - fucking kill you - haha just die fucker"
"Haha yeah yeah had a hammer too but that was funny man, how about we go stealing from the school or something store?"
"Yah I'm hungry too, let's get back to DC"
"Soon. Wait I want to see if there is any danger"
"No man let's just leave" I get close to him and push him on the ground, pinning his hands
"I said fucking wait !"
"OK ok" No one following us, no other voices, all safe and we take the eastern road to DC
- PRESENT
I woke up being the only one on the roof and looking down I can see people farming or guarding for any danger, going down the stairs and look at my friend moving crates "Need a hand ?"
"Sure just go behind the house and help me get these there"
We moved the crates and sat down, watching the family work their land
"You fell asleep and we left you, thought you need it. Any dreams ?"
"Yes, about my very early teens, before we met. You remember Dominic right ?"
"Ah yes, still in Goodneighbor, broken by life and usual as he was, with more chems now"
"Aren't we all ?"
"Yes suppose so. I wonder how life would be in a different place or before the war"
"Well i have found some book in the old boxing gym, but probably got burned down with my home... anyway, I have a friend who came from West but return there... around 6 or 7 years ago. It was a desertic place, beautiful and deadly he said. Apart from our last letter we haven't met. He spoke about some big problems there and it was hard to send something here... also having found someone in his family was a hero long time ago. Someting about that organisation called Enclave, if you remember we heard here too the stories"
"The prewar things ? Like 10 years ago ?"
"Yes man , we didn't know each other even tho we met around sometimes. Good times, they won't come back. You know, I will take you to some more places, some pre-war, but would be good to travel west or south. Hopefully overseas"
"You're crazy" he laughs "No more ships, at least that I know"
"A person can only hope"
"Say, why don't you find some regular thing to earn caps ? I know you can use some machinery and you can come to the sawmill"
"I know yes, I will but prefer to do like this. Tomorrow I wil go to Sanctuary or stay here to do something, but I would much like to be with the minutemen"
"Why don't you talk with Jess ? He was with them or still is"
"Nah he hates me. Hey, some weeks ago, someone proposed me to join. Do you know how their general looks ?"
"Yes and a few times he escorted our caravans. Older guy but sharp, has lots to tell and is comprehensive"
"How did he looks like ?"
"Athletic, a graying goatee and a ponytail. And i think seeing a scary too, that months or a year ago"
So wait... is that the old guy with the other people I as stealing from ? Albert ?
"Is his name Albert ?"
"Hmm don't remember, ask my employee"
"Fuck him. Can I ask you do to something for me ?"
"Sure" I lean closer and lead him away
"If he tries something, tell me ok ? I don't feel wanted around..."
"Ah it's a good man , but I tell you if I hear something"
"Thank you, I will repay you"
"Come to work with me some time soon"
"Sure. It's getting darker, how about we chill, eat something and drink all after ?"
"I like this"
After another godly dinner we went back on the roof again to drink and chat some more, until the guards and the owners left and only their daughter remained with us. She return after to us , with a small bag "What is it ?"
"It's a plant"
"Yeah and, some good to eat ?"
"No silly it's to eat" Hmm... oh... Ooh
"Ooh yeah yeah I get it now, I've found it very few times and a friend from west brought some. It's a funny thing that plant"
"Man we don't need it, sorry miss" My friend says
"Come on, just a try. It won't kill you, it relaxes you"
"Once"
"Yes !" She prepares it and we all smoke some, coughing but then feeling good. We let Lucy finish it
"You see, it is good. I grow it myself"
"I had a nice evening" And i feel at peace and hungry, but not for food
"Me too"
"Samee"
"Soo..."
"Soo... ?"
"I want someone to give me attentions, aand you look like you need to take out the stress. I will taake care of you, here on this bed... I like your kind of tough people, my parents don't want me to leave, but when your type comes around, they loove how i treat them ..."
Putting hands in our pants she stroke our lengths, moaning and touching herself, letting her pants fall, pulling ours down stroking and sucking us. Man, how well could pre-war women give head ? Did they even do it like that ?
"Hmm... like your kind of people"
Another round, followed by a quick and hard fuck and with that plant still in effect I feel at peace and in a paradise. Shit, did they use this before all the bombs and violence fell ? I hope we didn't awake anyone. After a laugh I soothe her hair "You have been a good girl... twice. Tomorrow, us 3 and again... bring more weed too"
"Hm yes please, again" Can't disagree with him
"I will, and have my time too. Hmm this was... heavenly... soo many stars outside so bright !"
I lay on the bed, eyes already closed and heavy, falling asleep blissfully until next morning...
COLA CARS ARENA
He stood, the only remaining of the 11 members gang, blue suit cut, dirty and bloody, pointing the squirt gun in his left and the SMG in the right. He just beaten and killed Colter, listening to the guy who brought him through the trap. Looking around the arena, he saw the last bodies of his gang, killed in the battle. If it wasn't for all the rumors, he would be in Goodneighbor either getting money for protection, making people respect him and his boss
The first 6 were lost to the gunners and that fucking twisted maze, and the last in the boss fight. All there was, silence, loud cheering, hollering and wild howling. Throwing away the squirt gun, he takes his spent sawn off and reloading before taking useful ammo from his dead enemy and honoring his dead underlings, zoning out from the far words and sounds
They won't need their ammo... "Well well people, looks like we have a new overboss ! Come here so we can talk !" Damn it, think about the reward ! And wait until Marowski hears it !
The young triggermen boss, is now the overboss, ready to talk with this new 'friend', Porter Gage