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In The Wastes	By : Serpentor Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 3172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Though it was going to stop at five but I thought of another way to go with it. Enjoy!
A Loner in the Wastes
The smell was bad, like any other sewer it reeked, but this was worse, the floor opened and there were dead bodies dismembered and blood everywhere. Even worse parts were missing and there were teeth marks on others. He was about to leave when he heard the voices headed in his direction. If he closed the floor they would hear it and know someone was there. Right now he had the element of surprise. He backed into the corner next to the door.
“Hey what the fuck?!” the first one said. “Someone’s been here.”
Yeah been. our hero thought. The two rushed in and down the stairs into the pit. Quickly our hero moved to the lever to close it, he pulled two grenades, pulled the pin, and dropped them in as he closed the door. Two successive explosions. He pulled his gun back out and opened the door. Can‘t be too careful. He moved around and looked down. Body parts, but were they new or old?
“Uuuhhh…” he heard from below. One was still kicking if just barely. He crept down the stairs. He saw one in the corner unmoving the other was laying at the base of the stairs. One shot to the head took care of him. He checked the body, he wore a knife and a lead pipe and no caps, what a waste. The moved to the other, kicked him several times to make sure he was dead. Also wearing a knife, a hockey mask, and two caps. Well not a total loss but close enough he thought. He climbed back out of the manhole in Jury Street Metro.
When he had arrived from the metro station stairs it was partially blocked by the collapsed overhang, not to mention swarming with Talon and Raiders. They were all friendly with each other till he fired shots into one of the Talon. They thought the Raiders did it and the carnage unfolded. He watched from his concealed location as the Talon cut the Raiders down to size. One Talon was hit and killed, the other two grabbed his equipment and left. Too bad, that was the Talon packing the laser rifle; the raiders just had crappy assault rifles. He could have used a laser rifle to replace his hunting one. His other piece was a .32 pistol, weak as all creation and it broke a lot. Luckily one of the raiders had a .32 and he could use it to fix his, it was catching as the chamber spun, hopefully the one from the raider’s gun would fix that. He had heard there was a huge super mutant in Evergreen Mills he wanted to see what qualified as big, they were already fairly big. There was a set of railroad tracks just a short distance from here and if he followed them they would lead straight to Evergreen Mills.
There was collection of wreaked boxcars on the tracks. It looked like a camp of some kind, not his kind of place, he avoided crowds and groups as much as possible. “See all but don’t be seen” was his motto and his mantra to live by. It was one thing that would keep you alive in the wastes and living was always a good thing. Little did he know he was being watched.
At the boxcar camp there appeared to be a figure tied up, one more reason to avoid people, slavery. She was in a pile of herself, he wasn’t in the habit of helping people, it usually got you in trouble, and this looked to be a trap. He grabbed a rock and threw it at her, drilling her right in the head, she didn’t move. It was definitely a trap. He had to find the trappers now so he didn’t stumble into them later. His best guess was they were from Evergreen Mills looking for more slaves. Well I’m not in the mood to be a slave today he thought.
He was being watched from the direction of Jury Street Metro. He had interested his follower since his inventive method of dealing with Talon Mercs. Now his follower was going to see how he was going to handle a trap he had foiled.
He crept closer to the dead girl, he saw no one, which was unusual for a raider trap, usually they are close by ready to jump the stupid sap foolish enough to stumble into their poor trap. Looking cautiously around the boxcar he saw several shopping carts made into cages, one holding a…teddy bear. “What the hell?” he inched closer still no sign of raiders. “Can’t be a raider trap.” He mused. He heard a massive roar to his back, and quickly spun around. The super mutant was very close…wait, no he wasn’t. He was far away he was just fucking huge. “Oh damn it.” he said knowing there was no place to run close enough to shelter him. He dodged around the boxcar thinking maybe it didn’t see him. A shadow fell over him, he looked up. It had gone to a kneeing position placing its left arm on the ground as support. It was smiling down on him. “Shit.” He pulled his .32 pistol and fired at his face. It laughed, it was like being poked with a Q-tip. “Ping” the chamber of his .32 slipped and rolled out of its place and hit the ground. It was reaching for him when an explosion, made it lurch forward the reaching hand went to the boxcar to stop it but it was just compacted flat.
“RUN” he barely heard after the loud explosion so close to him left his ears slightly a ring. He moved with the speed of a scared mole rat. (They don’t scare easily). He looked to the collapsed metro tunnel he had come from, as he made a break for it he saw the figure standing on top of it with a Fat Man aiming at the mutie. “Over here now!” he didn’t argue. He had huddled in the collapsed tunnel entrance when “Clunk” the Fat Man fired. “COVER!” The figure jumped down and lay on the ground seconds before it blew. The boxcars blocked most of the shockwave. After the sound had died the two rose and looked at the mutant.
“I think you got him.”
“Hope so.” The stranger replied with no trace of humor. “Wait a bit for radiation to clear.” He continued.
“Well I came to see it and I regret that.” our hero said.
“What your name?” the stranger asked.
“What’s yours?” he replied with contempt.
“It’s Hank. Or if you prefer, the guy that just saved your fucking life!”
“Chris.”
“Was that so hard? Where you headed Chris?”
“Was headed to Evergreen Mills, but if there is another one of those there, I’m not. Plus it’s busted.” he said holding up his .32. He took in Hank’s appearance. He had on leather armor, slightly modified and improved. A Missile Launcher slung over his back along with a Chinese Assault Rifle. He was still holding the Fat Man. He also had a trench coat on. The wind ruffled the coat it was then that he saw the Scoped .44 magnum on his hip. It was then that he realized it might not be a good idea to mess with this guy. Either that or he sucked and needed a lot of weapons.
“What with all the ordinance?” Chris asked motioning to the Fat Man and Missile Launcher.
“I was going to assault Evergreen Mills, and I know what’s there.” Sally was he thought. It was a mistake to take her but she wanted to go and she could handle a piece. The raiders ambushed them, he killed most but in the melee she was grabbed and they ran. He swung by Megaton to reequip and now it was time for revenge. Chris could see the look of loathing in his eyes and decided not to inquire as to why the incursion.
“Mind if I tag along?” Chris asked. He usually didn’t go in for the team thing but if missile launchers where required he was laughably under gunned. A broken .32 and a nearly broke Hunting Rifle. “Give me a minute to repair this and I can help you.”
“You need a better weapon, not to repair that one. Those won’t do you any good against raiders.”
“You passed through Jury Street right?”
“Yeah.” Hank replied.
“Then you saw what they can do to raiders.”
“No. I saw what you made Talon do to the Raiders.” He silently went back to repairing his .32. Hank walked over to the dead behemoth. His left arm was severed at the elbow by the shot from the second shot and he had a giant crater in his back from the Fat Man’s first shot, his head hanging on by a small sliver of sinew. He rummaged through its pockets or what counted as pockets, more like sleeping bags, for any sort of shiny object the mutant would have picked up. He pulled out pieces of assorted guns, trash, junk, and a bag of caps. Debating whether or not to split the caps with Chris or not he remembered the traders stopped a little up the tracks from here. Hopefully it would be Lucky if they were there. “Hey Chris got some loot off of pretty over here.”
“Like what?”
“Caps.” He walked over. “Anything else?”
“Junk, trash, assorted gun parts.”
“Any I can use?”
“None you’d want to, let’s put it that way. Up the tracks is a stop for the traders I know. Maybe he will have a gun for you.” Hank said. Turns out one was there, but it was Wolfgang.
"Welcome, sir or madame, to Crazy Wolfgang's traveling junk store. The Depot of Detritus, The Shop of Slop, and the Caravan of Crap. Now what odds and ends can I, the Craziest of all possible Wolfgang’s, offer to you?"
“Whoa save it Wolfgang. No offense but I was hoping for Lucky, unless you carry weapons now.”
“As a matter of fact I don’t, sorry.”
“Ok there is a Church up the hill there, it’s a raider camp, they got weapons and if I can bring them down quietly we can get you a new gun. Hey Wolfgang can I have you hold these for me?” He said motioning to the Launcher and Fat Man.
“Sure, just don’t be too long I can’t hang around here forever.” He dropped the heavies and he and Chris moved up the hill.
The Church was empty save for one Raider packing a Flamer. “Wouldn’t mind having that.” Chris mentioned.
“You want to carry a bomb on your back?” Hank asked as Chris nodded his head. “Fine I’ll try to avoid it.” The raider stopped at the door and looked out. They had moved around to the front of the church, they had approached it from the rear but it was harder to get in that way, plus through experience Hank knew raiders usually booby-trapped the rear entrance. He sighted her up with the scoped .44 and blew her head clean off, well not clean there was blood everywhere from the spinning it did.
“Hey what was that?”
“Looks like her friends are back. I see four.”
“So do I.” Chris said. Hank pulled out the Xuanlong, and opened up on the tight group they were keeping. The lead one hit the ground while the other dived for cover. “Two to the right one to the left in the graveyard.” Chris replayed.
“Got it.”
“I’ll make a run for the church and draw their fire.” Hank glanced quickly to the door and grabbed Chris’s arm right before he ran. “It’s a trap, tripwire at the base of the door.” He pulled a grenade and tossed it in the direction of the two that dived right they got up and ran, one not fast enough and he was help along by the subsequent explosion. Chris caught the other in the upper arm. The one in the grave yard didn’t have a gun just a lead pipe. So he was cowering behind the headstone. “Come out and you can go free.” Hank called after no gun fire had erupted from that point.
“Really?” the raider called back.
“Sure, you didn’t shot at me.” Chris looked at him like he was crazy.
“You’re letting him go?” he whispered.
“Hell no, but I can’t shoot him when he’s behind a giant piece of rock.” The raider slowly raised himself up and darted from cover to cover until he was down the road he came from far enough where they couldn’t see him then he started running. Hank quickly moved up until he was in sight, brought up his Scoped .44 took aim “BANG.” The raider pitched forward throwing his arms out to his side as he ate pavement. Let’s check the ones out here first. The ones in the field had nothing of immediate value to him, but Wolfgang was down the hill. Their guns were crap, one had a 10mm the other had an assault rifle. “You know if we get enough of these we can probably make a good one. Pick it up.” Hank told him. They didn’t bother with the raider that ran off, they wanted guns he didn’t have one. The first one that fell was also holding an assault, and Scoped .44.” Now where did precious get one of these?”
“Where did you get yours?” Chris inquired.
“Nice old lady gave it to me after I got her a violin.”
“Huh?”
“Long story.”
“This is called Blackhawk.” He said flashing the gun. “It looks in good shape.” Turning his attention back to the raiders. He opened it a spun the chamber “spins free and clean. No catches or kinks.” He dumped the ammo and dry fired it, “Works good, here.” He said handing it to Chris with the ammo. Now about that trap. He moved to the door and saw the combat shotgun in the trigger device. He disabled the wire and removed the shotgun for the holder. “It looks good too. Now grab your bomb and let’s go.”
They arrived back to Wolfgang, Hank sold some crap he picked up from the Raiders and he was on his way. “Now just through there is Evergreen Mills. There are sentries on the cliff tops so we are going to sneak up there and take them out.” They walked off to the side where the mountain sloped down. They scaled the steep slope and up ahead they could see the raider walk out on the makeshift balcony they had. He had spent three hours earlier in the week sighting up his scope on the .44 for just such occasions. The raider stopped and gestured to the one across the way. “There are two.” Hank said. “Move forward a little tell me if you can see them.” Chris moved forward slightly, he must have made some sort of sound or the raider had a sixth sense, because she immediately turned in their direction. The brown trench coat hank had on let him blend with the background and Chris was out of her line of sight. She moved in their direction. When she was about half way there she stopped and turned back thinking she was hearing things.
“I see the other one now, he moved to watch her.” Chris informed Hank.
“Sight him up. When I fire so do you, it’s no good wasting ammo.” He sighted the first one up. “You got him?”
“Yes.” He squeezed the trigger. It was like poetry in motion the raiders head jerked up at the sound and then followed through with the action as it was removed from its restraints. The other one across the way fell moments later. They were sure to hear that, they might send someone Hank thought. Sure enough as they crept forward to loot the body of gun and ammo Hank saw a figure moving through the valley towards them. He got closer and closer.
“Hey what are y’all shootin at?” He was nearly directly under where the female raider was laying. Hank crawled forward to the dead raider, grabbed her gun and ammo pack and threw her over the ledge. The guy below cried out in surprise and fell silent. “I think I knocked him out”. They crossed the bridge to the other side where the other dead raider was. He was also packing an assault rifle. “Let’s leave the guns we aren’t using here. We don’t need the extra weight holding us down.” Hank told Chris. They set the guns down and moved forward. They realized there was no real way down so they carefully used the jagged rock face to find purchase so they could make their way down. Hank momentarily backtracked to the raider he crushed. Arriving back he looked at Chris while wiping off a knife and said “He won’t bother us.” There was a ramp on the right and a path on the left. “I’ll take the ramp you wait here.” Hank snuck up the ramp, it went along the top of the slave pins. He glanced down, there she was sitting in the corner, and he could tell she was crying. He continued along the walkway to the cabin that was back on the cliffs. He entered the building.
“Hey Eddie is that you?” Hank walked into the adjoining room,
“And just who is Eddie?” The raiders head quickly snapped in his direction not recognizing the voice. Then “BANG” he was lying in a pool of blood. He stepped out of the shack after grabbing some valuables. He looked at the giant cage in the middle of the camp. It was electrified by the small generator “if I blow that up…” he thought. He pulled out the missile launcher, took aim and fired. The shot wasn’t directly on the generator but it was close enough to cause it some collateral damage. It was blown, not to mention the cage now had a gaping hole in the side. One of the raiders down below was watching the explosion, he followed the trail it had come from and saw Hank standing on the ridge, but Hank had seen him before he fired the missile, he was just unimportant, until now. He had moved back so the raider couldn’t see him and fire on him as he watched the super mutant run rampage through the camp. He didn’t much care for the loot that was here, just to save Sally. Moments later Chris joined him on the cliff.
“I got the raider that was coming to kill you.”
“Good.”
“Ok how do we loot this place with him running rampage?”
“Well I wasn’t planning on looting.”
“What?” Chris exclaimed. “They probably have tons of stuff!”
“Maybe but I have everything I need at home in Megaton.” Except Sally. He added silently. Chris filed that comment away for later. “I can bring him down easy enough.” he said resting the missile launcher on his shoulder. “When he starts walking around that means all the raiders are dead then I can kill him.” The super mutant ripped up the gate leading to the mill entrance and charged in, two then three bodies flew out and slammed into boxcars and fell to the ground in a heap. The Super Mutant let out a massive roar, there was loud crash of metal smashing concrete, moments later he stepped back into view. He glanced around seeing nothing. “Well looks like all his friends are dead.” He hefted the missile launcher and brought the sight to his eye. He was about to fire on the mutant when he saw a raider on the roof aiming a hunting rifle at the mutant. He just waited for the raider to fire. The raider hit him in the ear; the mutant stopped, turned, and saw him. It pulled him off the building and threw him over the mountain. Hank proceeded to fire on the mutant, due to the distance and the general inaccuracy of the weapon it hit slightly lower than he was aiming, right in the chest in the area of its heart, and due to its thick skin he just pissed it off. If he was closer like the other giant he would have broken skin. Super mutant thinking wasn’t smart, it was, see target, kill target, the problem for the mutant was he couldn’t reach Hank. Hank reloaded and fired again as the giant advanced. Another chest shot. The mutant stumbled back from that one. Hank reloaded again. “I only got two more shots after this one.” He was now aiming at the shoulder where the first shot hit, he hit it again, the super mutant fell, then proceeded to raise itself from the ground. It was using its bad arm, putting pressure on it and the explosive force of Hank’s next shot separated the shoulder from the body, the giant collapsed again. “Got it with one shot to spare.”
“It’s not dead.” Chris informed him.
“Doesn’t have to be. It’s injured enough it will die, no point wasting bullets. They aren’t cheap, and I don’t know of any place that makes them, do you?” Chris decided not to tell what he knew.
“Well I’m going to look through the buildings.” Chris told him. “Be careful of raiders, bet some of them ran inside or stayed inside hearing the roaring of our friend here.” They both went back down the ramp, Hank found the body of the jailer, thinking it was the one Chris killed and got the key. He opened the cage and told the slaves to go. He walked over to Sally. “Sorry it took so long, I had to clear up the mess.”
“I want to go home!” she cried out.
“We are.” He picked her up and handed her her gun back. It was 10mm submachine gun.
“Hey Hank come check this out.” He walked to the mill building entrance. There was a car smashed into the spot that Hank guessed was the door.
“Guess you’re not going in there?”
“Guess not.” Chris replied.
“I’m going to take her home, I’ll see you around sometime.”
“Maybe.” Chris said.
On their way home Hank stopped and pulled a Pistol out of his bag. “Here Sally I got this for you.”
“Where?” she asked.
“The nice Enclave officer that had it gave it to me. She wasn’t in need of it anymore.” He said with a smile. It was a Plasma Pistol. “Be careful I don’t have a lot of ammo for it. But it should pack a better punch than your Sub there. Plus it’s always better to have a backup piece.” They continued on their way home.
The trip back was thankfully uneventful, due to Sally’s condition Hank didn’t think she would be up to a fire fight so soon. Ginn seeing them arrive ran up to greet them. “I’m so glad to see you Sally.” She said pulling her into a hug. She then turned and gave Hank a hug “I’m glad you got her back.” Dogmeat ran up to greet them as well. Hank took her back to the house for a long sleep in her own bed. As he watched her fall asleep he realized he never got to Canterbury Commons. Uncle Roe’s message would have to wait.
A/N: Now that I gave Sally the 10mm submachine gun, I’m annoyed I didn’t call her Sydney. Oh well. Read and review, feedback is appreciated.
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