two years ago I was sitting at home with the T.V. on, watching my daily news when suddenly the T.V. cut to an emergency broadcast. The ground shook and I knew the worst thing imaginable was about to unfold. The next words out of this reporter’s mouth would decide if I run out the door to the vault or finish my coffee. For the past three years we’ve been at war with almost every country. And today might be the day one of those countries decides to drop nukes and wipe us out the next words would decide life or death.
~~~ONE YEAR LATER ~~~
My goal today is to find a new gun. James (the tradesman) agreed to give me a new rifle if I get him some hide from a Brahmin. Brahmin are pack mules of this era, but if you use them right their hide can make great rifle holders and shoulder packs. They have two heads, and have mutated over the years because of the radiation levels. I remember when life was simple and I could just sit and enjoy a cup of coffee, and not worry about the settlement being raided. No one is here to protect us. It’s us and the wild. ~~~TWO DAYS AFTER THE BOMBS DROPPED~~~
After I ran to the vault they lowered us in a really long elevator ride that took, what seemed like, thirty minutes. They fed us, and put us in …show more content…
waiting to hear if my life was over and now I’m fighting for my life, shooting people finding new creatures everyday formed from the nasty concoction of people and radiation, and waiting for the one day I fuck up. Cause one day I will. I will and no one will care. Out here I’m my own group, an outcast, the lone wanderer. Sometimes I’ll occasionally go to prim gamble a little bit with caps (the new currency since they’re so common) and trade for some guns or ammo or whatever I need. The world I knew is no longer here. It’s a new age, and I really needed a cup of coffee before this. We should have been better. We should have watched what we were doing in the past cause there is no
~~~ONE YEAR LATER ~~~
My goal today is to find a new gun. James (the tradesman) agreed to give me a new rifle if I get him some hide from a Brahmin. Brahmin are pack mules of this era, but if you use them right their hide can make great rifle holders and shoulder packs. They have two heads, and have mutated over the years because of the radiation levels. I remember when life was simple and I could just sit and enjoy a cup of coffee, and not worry about the settlement being raided. No one is here to protect us. It’s us and the wild. ~~~TWO DAYS AFTER THE BOMBS DROPPED~~~
After I ran to the vault they lowered us in a really long elevator ride that took, what seemed like, thirty minutes. They fed us, and put us in …show more content…
waiting to hear if my life was over and now I’m fighting for my life, shooting people finding new creatures everyday formed from the nasty concoction of people and radiation, and waiting for the one day I fuck up. Cause one day I will. I will and no one will care. Out here I’m my own group, an outcast, the lone wanderer. Sometimes I’ll occasionally go to prim gamble a little bit with caps (the new currency since they’re so common) and trade for some guns or ammo or whatever I need. The world I knew is no longer here. It’s a new age, and I really needed a cup of coffee before this. We should have been better. We should have watched what we were doing in the past cause there is no