Fallout New Vegas: Come with me?

chapter 1

I felt my finger ever so slightly twitch, but it was enough to wake me. I felt a stiff rough type of cloth covering my body. It felt like a rag, or one of those shirts you leave out in the sun for too long and it dries up or hardens.
My eyes were open just hardly, they felt dry, my lips and face, all so.. Dry. Of course, I live in the Mojave. What was I expecting. This deserty, empty terrain that I call home, course it sometimes felt lonely. Who am I kidding. I grew up alone. I came into the world, my mother a slave, and I was took from her and sold to another. That's how slavery works. and I never got to meet her, nor my father, whoever he was. I was lucky and was able to run away, while a riot broke out, but that didn't stop me from seeing the horrors of the real world, I witnessed my friends murdered without mercy, many women raped and abused. I remember a man couldn't take it anymore and took his own life before the slavers could. That's when I learned, in order to survive, you gotta be strong. You gotta be numb, you can't get close to anyone. And you gotta have skill. Only the week and vulnerable who aren't cut out to live out there are turned into slaves. That's the way slavers like it, as long as you don't put up a fight, they have no problem taking people.Age, gender, race. They don't care.

Times are hard, you can't really trust people anymore. Out there, in the wasteland. The Great War ruined it all. Nuclear bombs were set off through out the world, our beautiful Earth turned to nothing but dirt. Those who survived lived in underground vaults for the rest of there lives, or until war breaks out again within their walls. I wasn't alive during that time though, but what I've read through books, man it sounded amazing. Not worrying about radiation poisoning, terrifying mutated creatures, fiends, and a hell of a lot more.
My thoughts cut short by a gentle voice, "you're awake, how bout that".
I quickly sat up from the bed, I jumped at the sudden remark.
"Wo- woah there! Easy there,You've been out cold for a couple days now". He stared at me, he looked old. Maybe in his fourties, fifties? I stared back in confusion.

"Take it easy for now, what's your name hun?". I craoked, my voice weak

"Samantha, Samantha Uclaray". I introduced myself like in the books, when the cool guy walked in, flashy, making a scene and he does the double take. Samantha.. Samantha Uclaray. Yup. That's me. Only I was just an average girl, who works as a courier for a living, delivering people's shit for them, They're either to lazy or too scared to take it themselves, earning hardly any caps. Course I did have one of those faces that alloud me an advantage. I never really cared about looks, but if it helps me survive, so be it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a whore, hell I'm still a virgin, and I'm already 20. At times I would go through freeside, Men would holler or call me beautiful or gorgeous, though, I knew their motives. I always carried around my hunting rifle and pistol, an old friend taught me how to shoot when I was around 13, god I miss her, but thanks to her, I'm pretty good if I do say so myself, not to mention I was trained in combat. The old dude examined my expression
"huh, can't say that's what I'd picked for you. But if that's your name, that's your name". Ehhh, I chuckled. what's that suppose to mean? I stayed silent, yeah, I'm pretty awkward but what can I say, it's one of my rules. Don't get close to people. The man smiled
"I'm kidding. I'm Doc Mitchell, Welcome to Goodsprings. Now I hope you don't mind, but I had to go rooting around there in your noggin to pull all the bits of lead out". I still didn't understand what I was doing here and what had happened.
"I take pride in my needle work but you'd better tell me if I left anything out of place." He handed me a strange mirror. I examined myself. Yeah, that's the same me alright. My green eyes stared back at me. My jet black hair still as frizzy as always and my skin tan, from being out in the sun so much.
"I still look like myself, thank you Doc" Im guessing I had a big stupid grin on my face because Mitchell had a funny yet surprised look on his face. This guy seemed alright, so I decided to let my guard down around him, besides I wasn't gonna do any fighting in this condition.
"Okay, no sense in keeping you in bed anymore, let's see if we can get you on your feet" He helped me stand as I took my first wobbly steps.
"Woahhhhh, my legs feel, like, dead".
"Hahaha,Well, I'd expect! Almost thought you weren't gonna wake up" The memories began flooding to me now. I now know why I was here. Because of a fucking Package I was carrying. Just a fucking package. The Mojave express sent me to deliver a package to the Vegas strip but in the middle of my trip, Benny had found me, or rather been hunting me down. He mentioned how it was just bad luck, nothing personal, said it was only business. He had the balls to show his face to me before he shot me in the head, leaving my motionless body in a ditch. I remember his words perfectly.
"The truth is, the game was rigged from the start". Dumbass didn't bother checking if I was alive. Wait..didn't he bury me? Who took me out? I didn't remember much, It was dark, but the moon was bright. I remember it shining down on me, Unable to move. I lost my hope at that time. I know for sure he had buried me. But how on earth did I survive?
"Say, old man..?". he grunted
"I'm not that old! What is it?".
"How did you find me?" He scratched his head.
" ahh. It was Victor, He said he had witnessed the whole thing happen. Better thank him on your way out, without him you'd be a gonner, by the way.." He rumaged through his desk as I stood near the door.
"Here are your things, I hope you don't mind, I looked through your things while you were sleepin, hoping I could find out a little more about your situation. All I could find was a note though. Something about you delivering some thing to The Strip, good luck and, try not to get shot in the head again" I sighed, out I go again, into the wasteland. Great.
"Yeah, I'll try, old man" I grabbed my things ready to begin my long trip, out the door.
"Wait! How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not old. And you aren't wearing any pants!" Fuck. My face turned bright red. I peered down at my legs only to see wrinkled boxers. Well. Could've been worse.
"Here take this." he handed me his old vault jumpsuit. I guess He grew up in a vault and left when he had the chance. It must be suffocating down there. Enclosed in a small space with hundreds of people.
"What are you gonna do now, kid?" What does he mean. The only thing there is to do. Retrieve what was in the package and kill the son of bitch who tried to kill me.
"I'm gonna get revenge. Don't you know, war, war never changes". I gave him a last smirk and said my goodbyes as I took my leave.

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