Post by Jordy on May 25, 2009 2:06:40 GMT -5
Vince sat upon the rocks, munching on a squirrel, skewered and cooked on a stick. On flat ground, next to the pile of stone Vince was resting on, was a small fire, another two squirrels slowly roasting, elevated a good foot and a half above the fire pit. The endless sea of brown dust, dirt, and death sprawled before Vince, depressing him. He had often dreamed of a different world to live in, a different place to be, and a different scenario. To his knowledge, he was the last human on Earth. The only other human he had ever known was his father, as his mother had died when she dropped the plugged-in radio in the flood that occurred in Vault 76's sub-levels. But, Vince's father was dead, too. Six years ago, when he was 20, he and his father were fighting off Mirelurks that had entered through the flooded areas of the sub-levels. His father was overwhelmed, and had pushed the Mirelurks back past a door, yelling for Vince to permanently seal off the sub-levels. When he did, the doors muffled all sounds, and only a muffled scream stopped short came from the other side again. Now, Vince's only company was his two dogs, Manny and Fenix, ages 4 and 5.
Manny was curled up and sleeping by the fire, while Fenix was below Vince, snoozing in front of the wooden door leading to Vault 76's entrance. Today was particularly cloudy; the lack of sunshine only deepened the horrid atmosphere of the Capital Wasteland, leaving Vince disgusted. Content with the hour of fresh air (he'd normally spend two or three) he'd gotten, or as fresh as air could be in the hellhole called the Wasteland, he swung his legs around and stepped off his rocks. Approaching the fire, he picked up his little bucket of water and doused the fire. The splash hit Manny hard, whom jumped and whined, taken by surprise. He shook off the water, stretched, yawned, and took his usual place at Vince's side. The commotion caused above had awoken Fenix, whom was a much lighter sleeper, and the dog leaped up and ran around the rocks, up the slope, and took his own place at Vince's other side. They both panted in the heat of Maryland, and followed Vince as he strolled down the slope Fenix had run up, near the door. He stopped and bent low, hugging both of his canine companions, petting them softly.
A shriek pierced the air. It was the guttural roar of a Yao Guai, a fierce predator that had become a rarer occurrence for Vince to encounter. His hand fell to his pistol holster, the 10 mm slipping out and into his hand. The two dogs growled, their ears pinned back. They looked the same, for the most part, their fur a darker brown with various black patches. Fenix, however, had white around his eyes. They both looked in the direction the roar had come from, and slowly crawled forwards. Vince was right behind them, his gun pointed straight. Sometimes, the predator liked to sneak up on him. They rounded the corner with rocks. They snuck up the hill, to a pile of rubble and rocks, and Vince was shocked by what he saw. There was a man running. He had a Vault jumpsuit on, that was clear, but Vince couldn't make out the number. The runner was being closely pursued by a Yao Guai. Vince, still shocked from seeing another living person, started forward slowly, and picked up his pace gradually. His dogs stayed near their master, not sprinting ahead.
The other human tripped, and the Yao Guai didn't miss out on this opportunity. His was able to grab hold of the upper part of the poor soul's thigh, and with a mighty tear, shredded the leg off. Blood flowed freely as the pinned man screamed in pain. The Yao Guai rose up, preparing to sink it's claws into it's prey's chest and head. Four bullets to the skull proved it otherwise, as the impact caused it to fall over backwards. Blood from the Yao Guai mixed with the blood of the Vault dweller, who's screams of pain were growing fainter as he neared unconsciousness. Vince didn't waste any time; he dashed forward, holstering his pistol and grabbing the injured man. Vince hoisted him onto his shoulder and dashed back towards the vault, dogs in line behind him.
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The man regained consciousness. Groggy, he lifted himself up on his elbows. His eyes scanned the room he was in. Various medical supplies were around, along with a terminal, some lights, and the familiar setting of a Vault being the main theme of the room. Had his Vault not been desolated after all? Was he crazy? Was he hallucinating? He didn't know, and frankly, it seemed to be the least of his worries, as the only door opened and a figure stepped into the room. This man had longer, untamed hair, a dirty blonde. His eyes were an incredibly dark brown, and the rest of of his face was... average. He, too, wore a jumpsuit. Two dogs followed him. "Good. You came through." the main lying on the table blinked at Vince. Vince cleared his throat. "What name?"
"Uh, Luis." the man hesitantly replied.
"Name good. Vince." said the other man, smiling at Luis. Luis sat up fully, setting his feet on the ground.
Only one foot touched.
With a creeping feeling of horror, Luis looked down. His left leg was gone, only a stub left. He felt woozy. He was old; the stress could kill him. He continued to stare at his lack of a leg. "No worry," Vince stated bluntly. "Me fixed you. Lots blood."
Luis nodded slowly, clearing his throat. For some reason, this wasn't something that would bother him too much. He was traveling to Megaton, to live there, and never adventure again. Didn't really matter to him. He smiled at Vince. "Well, thank you very much, Vince. I'd surely be dead if you didn't intervene." he sighed.
Vince looked at Luis quizzically. "Me have leg over here if you-"
"No, no, I don't want to see my leg." Luis quickly interrupted. "...I just want to live somewhere. If it wasn't too much trouble..." he stated this in a suggestive tone.
Vince smiled brightly. "Yes, you stay here with me! You live with me!" He did a little hop. He'd never lived with someone outside of his family; until recently, he thought he was the last.
Luis nodded. "Thank you again, Vince. Thank you so much. In return, let's work on fixing your speech..."
Manny was curled up and sleeping by the fire, while Fenix was below Vince, snoozing in front of the wooden door leading to Vault 76's entrance. Today was particularly cloudy; the lack of sunshine only deepened the horrid atmosphere of the Capital Wasteland, leaving Vince disgusted. Content with the hour of fresh air (he'd normally spend two or three) he'd gotten, or as fresh as air could be in the hellhole called the Wasteland, he swung his legs around and stepped off his rocks. Approaching the fire, he picked up his little bucket of water and doused the fire. The splash hit Manny hard, whom jumped and whined, taken by surprise. He shook off the water, stretched, yawned, and took his usual place at Vince's side. The commotion caused above had awoken Fenix, whom was a much lighter sleeper, and the dog leaped up and ran around the rocks, up the slope, and took his own place at Vince's other side. They both panted in the heat of Maryland, and followed Vince as he strolled down the slope Fenix had run up, near the door. He stopped and bent low, hugging both of his canine companions, petting them softly.
A shriek pierced the air. It was the guttural roar of a Yao Guai, a fierce predator that had become a rarer occurrence for Vince to encounter. His hand fell to his pistol holster, the 10 mm slipping out and into his hand. The two dogs growled, their ears pinned back. They looked the same, for the most part, their fur a darker brown with various black patches. Fenix, however, had white around his eyes. They both looked in the direction the roar had come from, and slowly crawled forwards. Vince was right behind them, his gun pointed straight. Sometimes, the predator liked to sneak up on him. They rounded the corner with rocks. They snuck up the hill, to a pile of rubble and rocks, and Vince was shocked by what he saw. There was a man running. He had a Vault jumpsuit on, that was clear, but Vince couldn't make out the number. The runner was being closely pursued by a Yao Guai. Vince, still shocked from seeing another living person, started forward slowly, and picked up his pace gradually. His dogs stayed near their master, not sprinting ahead.
The other human tripped, and the Yao Guai didn't miss out on this opportunity. His was able to grab hold of the upper part of the poor soul's thigh, and with a mighty tear, shredded the leg off. Blood flowed freely as the pinned man screamed in pain. The Yao Guai rose up, preparing to sink it's claws into it's prey's chest and head. Four bullets to the skull proved it otherwise, as the impact caused it to fall over backwards. Blood from the Yao Guai mixed with the blood of the Vault dweller, who's screams of pain were growing fainter as he neared unconsciousness. Vince didn't waste any time; he dashed forward, holstering his pistol and grabbing the injured man. Vince hoisted him onto his shoulder and dashed back towards the vault, dogs in line behind him.
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The man regained consciousness. Groggy, he lifted himself up on his elbows. His eyes scanned the room he was in. Various medical supplies were around, along with a terminal, some lights, and the familiar setting of a Vault being the main theme of the room. Had his Vault not been desolated after all? Was he crazy? Was he hallucinating? He didn't know, and frankly, it seemed to be the least of his worries, as the only door opened and a figure stepped into the room. This man had longer, untamed hair, a dirty blonde. His eyes were an incredibly dark brown, and the rest of of his face was... average. He, too, wore a jumpsuit. Two dogs followed him. "Good. You came through." the main lying on the table blinked at Vince. Vince cleared his throat. "What name?"
"Uh, Luis." the man hesitantly replied.
"Name good. Vince." said the other man, smiling at Luis. Luis sat up fully, setting his feet on the ground.
Only one foot touched.
With a creeping feeling of horror, Luis looked down. His left leg was gone, only a stub left. He felt woozy. He was old; the stress could kill him. He continued to stare at his lack of a leg. "No worry," Vince stated bluntly. "Me fixed you. Lots blood."
Luis nodded slowly, clearing his throat. For some reason, this wasn't something that would bother him too much. He was traveling to Megaton, to live there, and never adventure again. Didn't really matter to him. He smiled at Vince. "Well, thank you very much, Vince. I'd surely be dead if you didn't intervene." he sighed.
Vince looked at Luis quizzically. "Me have leg over here if you-"
"No, no, I don't want to see my leg." Luis quickly interrupted. "...I just want to live somewhere. If it wasn't too much trouble..." he stated this in a suggestive tone.
Vince smiled brightly. "Yes, you stay here with me! You live with me!" He did a little hop. He'd never lived with someone outside of his family; until recently, he thought he was the last.
Luis nodded. "Thank you again, Vince. Thank you so much. In return, let's work on fixing your speech..."
