Murdered and Missing, Sammy Lugerfelt.

Part 1- The Murdered and Missing

The sun was setting on Diamond City, a cobbled together society of survivors and visitors from all across the commonwealth of Boston. Houses made from corrugated metal, bricks, and any sort of material the people could get their hands on.

Sammy, a loving husband and father, makes his way back to his small shack home, after a day of detective work with Nick Valentine, synth detective. They were very close friends, partners, even. The sunlight could be seen fading, and the much stronger stadium lights illuminate the centre of the city. Down a couple of alleyways, and into the small shack he goes.

The wife was making dinner, and their daughter sat eagerly at the table. Jennie. His pride and joy. His angel of a daughter, eight years old and excelling in class. They didn't want to corrupt her innocence with knowledge from outside the wall, so all she knew was how to be a good kid, and which job she'd try and get as an adult. A teacher! Perfect for a straight A girl like her.

"Jennie, remember now, wash your hands before dinner." Her mother notes, as she begins to serve up food. "Yes mom!" She hops out of her chair and heads to the bathroom. Sammy shuffles over to his wife. "What's for dinner then?" He chuckles, putting an arm around her waist. "Just the usual; Brahmin stew. It's all we can afford tonight. Hopefully your pay will come soon." She sighs. He nods. "I know..Valentine pays me by the case, and I can feel that this one will be closed by tomorrow. I promise, we'll be feasting soon." He kisses her head.

The pot is set on the table. The bowls are set. Everything is perfect.

The door bursts open, splinters of wood fling across the room. They barely have time to react before they're shoved out of the way. A masked attacker, only their hair, mouth and nose were covered. The eyes, bright green, one with three long scars running down the left face. A small piece of blonde hair covering the right eye. The eyes dart around the room, only to lock onto the couple. A pistol is drawn. Before anything could be said or defended-

Bang, Bang.

Two shots, between the eyes. The wife collapses, the husband collapses. It's all going dark, like the sun was setting on their lives, fading into the pools of red that begin to surround them.

But, through blurry, darkening vision, something could be seen by Sammy. Jennie. She's in tears, looking up to the attacker. He couldn't hear what she said, it's all echoing, in the near distance, but too far to hear, even though she's right atop his body. Jennie is out of view, up into the attacker's arms. One more glance at the couple, as well as Jennie, before they walk out of complete view.
His final sight. His daughter being taken away by his murderer. What a comforting thought. His eyelids become too heavy to hold up. They close. All going to black.