Hello, NerdRyuu back again with a new Fanfiction! this one will be very different from my other Fics, but don't worry, I still am working on them! This one will be a little smaller in chapters, since I originally was going to make just a very big one-shot, but instead decided to split it in smaller chapters and uploading them as I finalize them.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Loud House
The lone figure walked steadily on the deserted hills of what formerly was the state of Michigan. Dead bushes, cactuses and hollow tree barks adorned this yellow wasteland. Although the sky was clear of clouds, the sky wasn't blue, but also yellow.
The figure looked up to the sun, they were using a helmet that occulted its entire head. The helmet had black lenses and the mouth piece was a respirator connected to a tube that went down to it's chest. The figure's body was covered by a long cape.
The figure walked for hours, until the sun came down and the harsh, hot wasteland transformed into a frigid and dark hell. The figure finally stopped when they found an old bonfire. They relit it and accommodate themself on the ground near the fire.
The figure removed their cape, revealing their full body armor, although it was entire, it was far from spotless, it was covered in bullet holes and slash marks. The figure also had a backpack, which they withdrew from their back.
The backpack had a keychain on the right side. The keychain jiggled, it was a black spade with an white A on it. Inside the backpack had mementos from the figure's past, a broken pair of glasses with thick lenses. A paper clip shaped earring, sunglasses that had one of the lenses cracked, also a broken cellphone that didn't worked for years, a torn, black book, filled with grim poems that the owner wrote in the past. A plastic flower with two petals missing, that was connected to a tube and a small pump, A lilac pacifier so old that the latex was almost completely corroded, a plastic tiara, with the gold painting almost entirely gone, and an old red cap that had seen better days.
In the backpack, the figure also had some essential items used to survive the hell that was that wasteland, two bottles of water, some military ration bars, a first aid kit, and most importantly, ammo. On the side of the backpack, sitting comfortably at the easy reach of the figure, a metal baseball bat with barbed wire on the tip. A red and white hag was tied to the handle.
The figure looked at the fire for some time, before turning their head to the direction of a sound that approached the bonfire. It was a biker, he was bald with a long beard, he used a leather armor with spikes as decoration. The bike was a Harley Davidson, adorned with spikes and skulls of past victims. On his hip, a sawed-off shotgun.
"Well, well, what do we have here." The biker spoke, turning off the bike and getting of it. "Pass everything of you'll have this nice armor of yours with a hole in it!" He spoke again, putting his hand on the shotgun.
"Go away." The figured spoke. Their voice was distorted, like if had a filter under the mouth piece. The figure revealed from their own hip a holster with an old M1873 handgun. The biker laughed.
"You want to show off with that puny thing? You're dead!" As the biker got his hand on the shotgun, the figure had in a fraction of a second, grabbed the handgun, triggered it and shot him. Right in the middle of the neck.
The biker gasped as blood drizzled from the wound. He placed his hand on the neck, trying to stop the flow of blood, but in vain, he few to his knees and then backwards. Dead.
That was the new common. Kill, or be killed. Struggling to survive one more day. This is the story of someone who lost everyone and everything. This is my story. This is how I became, the last Loud.
Many years prior
Panic. Confusion. Dread. We felt all those things when the sirens went off. Mom and Dad tried to remain us calm as we got our essential things and go to Lisa's bunker.
"What's happening?" I asked Mom.
"It's happening Lincoln." She just responded.
"All right kids, one at a time!" Mom said as we got in a line. I could hear screams mixed with the siren, but fortunately, we got into the bunker safely.
"Mom, we have a problem! A big one!" Lisa said. "The bunker's hatch is malfunctioning! It won't close from the inside!"
"Oh my God!" Dad gasped "What'll we do?"
"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Lola shouted, entering in panic, we followed suit.
"Wait, wait!" Lisa spoke, and we went silent. "We still can seal the hatch, but… We'll need to seal it manually… From the outside." No one spoke. "And… it's… a job for two people…"
Mom and Dad look at each other and Mom spoke.
"Look, kids… I want you all know that… no matter what happens…"
"We love you all." Dad completed. As they turned around and climb the latter.
"Lori, you're in charge." Mom said before shutting the hatch.
"Wait! Mom! Dad!" Lori ran to the latter, but Luna and Luan had to hold her back. "Don't hold me! Mom! Dad!" We all were in tears.
Luna and Luan were fighting to hold Lori when the ground shook a loud boom could be heard, we fell on the ground and went silent.
That was what it would be known as Zero Day.
We had our lives destroyed, but we had luck of surviving. Thanks to Lisa's ingenuity, the bunker had everything we needed to survive. An energy generator, a system to renew and reuse our supply of water, an oxygen machine, stocks of food and ration for years.
And years we lived there. Life there was like hell. Living wasn't exactly the word we used, but survive. Everything we did was in order to save resources, even our waste was reused to not waste. It was gross, but it was what we had to do.
Although Lisa had a computer and sent SOS signals daily, we never received any response. And we didn't had a way to know how things were outside, it could be harmless but also could be deadly being outside. We couldn't risk it.
One night, I was at my room, trying to cry myself to sleep when I heard someone entering and approaching me from behind.
"Go away." I said between sobs.
"Lincoln…" I could hear Luna's voice as she sat on the edge of my bed.
"Please Luna… leave me…" Luna placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I know it's hard Lincoln… You need to know that… you're not alone." She was about to leave when I spoke up.
"Why all these things are happening?" I could hear Luna gulping.
"I… don't know… things happen dude… things that… we can't do anything about."
"I'm… scared Luna…" Luna Sighed.
"We'll survive Lincoln…" She said. I sobbed again, I heard her sigh as she laid on the bed, behind me and hugged me. I gasped as I felt her chest pressing against my back.
"Luna…" I whispered.
"I love you Lincoln…" I heard her whispering back. I felt her stroking my chest.
That was a night that I would never forget.
Back on the present, the Last Loud still sat near the bonfire, it was observing the earring on their hand.
They had cleaned the body of the biker that tried to rob them. The Last Loud didn't found much of interest, just some food and water. But the shotgun the biker had was by far the best thing it had, along with some ammo to it.
The lone figure looked up at the stars. As they couldn't sleep, as it was too dangerous to do so, it was going to be a long night.
N/A: Yes, this is very inspired by the game series Fallout, which is one of my favorite game series of all time! I love New Vegas and also played the first two games in the series (the ones with isometric camera).
Other inspiration for this fic is Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles The Last Ronin, which is by far my favorite run on the TMNT
I rated this fic M because the fic it will go to dark places in the future, stay warned.