Fallout Australia/Nz FanFiction

Fallout FanFiction Auznzd Part 85 Joseph Moakai the 5th

2095 there was a break in the dam, as Joseph, the leader of the group who survived NZs, fell into difficulties after the swarm grew out of controll, and he was forced to travel across rhe Ocean to face the Alpha Omnimon. His spear still attached to the back of his MK07 Vista Armour, after Michael built it, he vanished, and they were forced to travel the underground to Mt Koziosco where they herd a brodcast explaining the Evil they faced.

"Neke Neke," he said to the 20,000 men and women in his charge. After leaving their home of 20 years, the stadium had been their home for as long as anyone cared to remember. While the last Playmaker was not good for them, Joseph was the best he could be. Not knowing if the platypus was dead. They had to move.

'Pupuri, he had his hand up, as the others who knew what the Maori word for Hold meant. Stopped, but some of the younger men and women kept walking until the oldest Granbed the shulder of the youncccccCVger man and held him back.

They entered the dangerous part of the path now. What lay before them was a path nobody had traded in over 20 years. Joseph number 19 of the playmakers Eden Ark. Stadium, everyone knew him, and his fame was as far reaching as the tribes that walk amongst him. "Kōkiri, Kōkiri" Joseph wispered.

They followed along the path towards the Underground, where the tower is meant to hold refugees and the last remnants of the QLD and Victoria population. Then As they reached the edge of the junk dam, Joseph knew something was up. Something was in the wind, a deathly smell that nobody could breathe without gaging.

He held his fist up, and they all stopped moving only the ones with arrow. Dared to move into the death winds and looked out for any movement. But there was nothing but darkness. Joseph and the 21 other playmakers gather ahead of the 20,000 men women and children of their crew.

"Hold your fire whatever it is. It's dangerous. There was a sound much like a crowd of people except it was un distinguished. Unknown tones, but when one of them shouted, "Feral pack!" They stood there gound holding the edge of their wepons. The handle of the wepons are gripped tightly while many of them slacked off, not knowing what kind of ferals exist down here in this dark. Or why they all of a suddenly appeared after the mutated legendary platypus stopped breathing. Was it their intrusion of the tunnel, or was it because they are intruding on there territory.

Who knows, but they had to fight, they started crawling over cars and rusty bonnets. Before they could get a good look, but there had to be atleast 200 of them snarling, and the stank was the worst part of it.