A search for Vicky

Part Nine

They had travelled for nearly two days when they saw a large sign off the road filled with holes. They looked at each other and knew this is where the raiders would attempt to evoke their toll. Vic really didn’t want to pay but after two days, Asra could not be bothered to fight, especially knowing what was to come.

The sniper round missed the sign and hit the ground a few meters back. Clearly, the shot came from the left and no more than two stories up, a shit shot also. They heard someone shot stop, they both raised their hands as someone, clearly drunk, approached from the ramp to the side.

‘Be patient Vic.’ Asra whispered so that only she could hear.

The raider waved his pistol erratically I the air, which they took as a sign to follow him. The guy shouted to the roof. ‘No resistant from these two Liam.’ They were guided around the side of the building and saw a plaque.

VAN WYCK

HOMESTEAD

built 1732

As they entered the room the furniture had been moved to the sides and was empty of raiders. Their guide shouted to a side room.

‘Joe, go search their fucking Brahmin for drugs and valuables.’

‘Wooh more drugs!’ a voice from the side door screamed with joy.

A tall scraggily bearded man appeared in the door and jumped with enthusiasm. He un-holstered his pistol and shot the ceiling. Vic and Asra stepped behind the idiots mate to avoid a stray bullet. The idiot, took one step into the room and tripped on a mattress landing on his front, still in his hand the gun went off as it hit the floor, the bullet went straight in one ear and exited the other. Asra pulled Vic’s shotgun from her pack and sent a volley of shot into the back of the dumb struck raider in front of them. They paused listening as they heard the clatter of the sniper, Liam, on the roof. Vic grabbed the gun back and put a shot through the roof where she heard the steps. Liam fell and rolled off the roof, his leg snapped as he span into the floor, his gun flying away from him. They looked through the stack of furniture and a broken window. The sniper was dragging his mangled leg slowly towards his weapon. A bottle of moon shine rolled further past. They took aim and watched as he crawled past the gun and after the alcohol rolling further down the bank.

‘These guys are fucking hilarious.’ Vic laughed as she turned to check the room for anything they could use.

They gathered quite a bit, some moonshine for the road, about 3,000 caps which must have been many fees for being allowed to pass. Asra grabbed the .308 sniper rifle as it was decent and another special weapon.

‘Damn, this rifle is accurate,’ he said as he hit a small rock a couple hundred meters away. ‘That dude must have been wankered.’ He aimed the scope down the bank in the direction Liam had crawled. He was perched up on one arm against a rock, swinging the now half bottle of moonshine around.

‘Christ, the guy is singing Vic. Got a jet next to him and a med-x, in his snapped leg.’

‘Leave him to his fun, let’s load up the Brahmin.’

They continued along the 84. Less than 100 miles now. They made it to Saranton at the end of day two; this area had been abandoned due to radiation, though much had dissipated in the previous century. Vic knew of a medical area she wanted to check out, Asra agreed. They made their way to the Moses Taylor Hospital. This was the tallest building for quite a large area. Vic wanted to check the power and Asra would like to check out Old Forge from the roof as it was only a couple miles south west. The main entrance to the building had been heavily barricaded. Looked too neat to be raiders and the lack of skulls showed no super mutants. All the windows had been blocked or painted from the inside.