Fallout Australia/Nz FanFiction

Fallout FanFiction Auznzd Part 57 Jackson

Jackson and Aria were sneaking in the dark when they heard voices in the distance.

"We need to set up that Mark IV," said a raspy voice from behind the counter where tickets used to be served, next to a broken Protectron 5, Ticketmaster, which was glitching, repeating "tickettt.serrr...".

Aria was holding a small pipe pistol with a grip, but incorrectly, as it was the first time she had held a gun. Jackson, who spent most of his time at shooting ranges, lifted her wrist. She was so nervous that her palms sweated and slipped the grip, but Jackson signed "Shhh" and pointed to the ground. "Stay here," he mimed, and she nodded, pulling the gun down.

Jackson hadn't seen another human in a while, but this was some kind of farming bunker.

"These people don't even know that we are raiders," one said as they both drank from a bottle. He threw his hammer at the one sitting down.

"Here, catch this."

It weighed more than 100kg, and as the raider grabbed it on a flinch, Jackson fired his gun after kicking him in the knee. His shot was direct, but it also attracted others from within.

Aria came running over. "What was that?" she asked, having a keen sense of sound. She pulled his shoulder back when she realized what it was.

She said one word, "sewer rat Ghouls."

Aria was holding his arm while she climbed in, but Jackson was not afraid. While the sound was creepy, Jackson hid Aria in the ice box. She held her breath while the sound got to her. Jackson, however, walked backward, firing and swinging with both hands, having a high damage resistance.

DT-560, and the bites from some of the giant rats, crawling like a swarm but most half the size of the largest one who looked like a water rat, otherwise known as a swamp rat, red with huge fangs growing every which way.

Jackson swung around his train and had them following him deeper into the sewer. The old pipes and catacombs of London extended deeper than the city and stacked up like multiple ages reflecting in the architecture.

When he walked backward, he was able to move swifter than he thought he would, occasionally spinning forward to line up the rat train. As the big, red glowing Rad Hord mother chirped and squeaked, the horde was not finished with Jackson, cornering him in the grates.

His power was not high. He kept it at a low signature in order to stay away from The Glowing One. His only option was to enter Atom's state and irradiate them all.

His eyes, although darkened black, held a spark of that green fire. As he walked through the plain of Glow, the fire was like being both ablaze but healing at the same time. The rats turned tail and ran back to their mother, who saw the fire in his eyes and his radioactive glow and turned her head down to bow to him.

Jackson walked past as if nothing had happened. To him, the other rats stared at him as he walked out of their den.

Aria, who was thinking of pulling up the hatch on the ice box, was just about to push when the door opened and Jackson was there.

"I never got your name?"

She climbed out and wondered if he did say his name, but she couldn't remember.

"It's Jackson Westfield. My house was down the road, around the corner, but I have been searching for a way to eradicate the Corrupted Glowing Horde."

Aria held out hope that they were able to do this. She looked down at her mark, the glowing green lightning sparking with a soft indigo centre and violet edge. Jackson noticed her looking at her mark.