Guy is running. Guy looks over his shoulder, breathing heavily, before he runs for cover near the back of a car, readying his rifle, before raising it over the truck of the car and firing. Gunshots are exploding from in front of him, Guy aims his sights at one of them, fires. He returns to cover, one less stream of gunfire . He aims from the lower side again, randomly firing in succession , click, click. "Fuck!" Guy quickly slings his rifle over his shoulder before moving for the front right of the car. He crouches under the line of the hood and the gunshots stop, a man starts running, gun aimed, towards the back of the vehicle, guy quickly grabs his rifle, from the front grip and swings the butt of the gun at the backside of his assailant, connecting with the back of his neck " ARGH!!!" shrieks the man as Guy swings again, now standing nearer to the man, hitting the back of his head, the man drops after a cut mumble.
Guy grabs the man's gun, aiming it at the man's head, wanting to pull its trigger. Guy lowers the gun. Guy simply kicks the man in the side. No response. Guy looks at the man's shotgun, looking in the chamber, nothing. Guy drops the gun next to the man, turning to see another man laying on the ground face down, motionless. Guy's heart is beating. Guy looks around for another moment before walking towards the other man, Guy's empty gun aimed at the man lying on the ground.
Guy nears him, slowly walking, grabbing the gun by the front grip to function as a club again. He is at the young man's finger each, Guy grabs the man's gun, it is a handgun, still loaded. Guy slings his rifle to his back and carries the handgun in his hand. He hears thick wet coughing from behind him, Guy turns to see the young man moving. Guy stops and watches, the man doesn't know Guy it near him, Guy knows the man will die , it was an inevitability where he is.
Guy looks at his newly acquired handgun, then at the young man. Guy aims the handgun at the young man , the young man looks up from the road and sees Guy aiming the firearm at him. Guy blinks, the young man goes to speak some words, but can not, he tries to get to his knees, but only fail. Guy still has his gun aimed at the young man's head. Guy tightens his grip on it's handle, then squeezes off a round, the young man falls back down to the asphalt, no longer crawling.
Guy lets a deep breath, gun still aimed, before he lowers its muzzle towards the ground. Guy turns around and looks towards the front of the car he was previously hidden behind, the other man's feet are showing from under the car. No motion. Guy tucks the handgun in his belt and quietly states " Need to get out of here. . . " Guy starts walking in the direction of Paulville , still a long ways away.
Cars still decorate the road sides most flipped or overturned on their sides, most with their doors open, windows shattered , littering most of the road with glass.. Guy takes a moment to look at the sky, which is hazed in yellow; This is when Guy remembered something " Fallout. . . " Guy says to himself. Guy looks back towards where the two men were, looking at the sky. Dark clouds had started growing near the far south ridge of Valleycliffe, far too close for comfort. "Shit." Guy takes a moment to inspect his suite, there are many areas of his suite that had gained holes and tears from the bike crash, leaving Guy 's cuts very exposed to any radiation the fallout could bring.
Guy begins to run , no water and still a far ways away to travel before he could reach Paulville. Guy is worrisome, at even this rate, he could not make it to Paulville or back to the silo by the time clouds would roam to his area, Guy tries to remember where any buildings might have been before the blast. Guy continues running, the air is chilled, and Guy runs , guns rattling against his body, intaking air through his mask ventilator, seeing through a dirty, partially cracked visor.
Clouds moved faster and faster towards Guy over the long course of his running " Shit! Uhh!" Guy exclaims as faint raindrops start to float down to earth. Guy is stopped from his sprint as he tries to think where he can find shelter. Rain continues to gently fall, just a small flurry right now, a chilled fuse.
Guy starts running towards an overturned Semi that laid in a ditch close by, he sprints. Guy finds the doors to the semi and tries unlatching the doors , the rain is starting to fall faster and thicker, skies darkening above Guy's head. " Come on ! Come on! OPEN! ! !" Guy yells at the doors that refuse to swing open . Guy throws his whole weight into the pulls, violently yanking the metal handles that lay against the doors. " OPEN! PLEASE GOD! OPEN !" the doors laid motionless and shut still .
Rain is flying down from the sky, lightning strikes in the distance as the full blunt force of a storm sweeps to Guy as he desperately attempts to find shelter from this poisoned rain. " NO!JUST--" Guy pulls the handle again , nothing ."--OPEN! PLEASE OPEN!" the semi's doors still remain latched, Guy looks to the left of the door, to find the hinges were bent out of shape in the act of the semi crashing into ditch, rendering the trailer unopenable. "No!No!" Guy yells as he hits the doors.
The rain is beating down on Guy as he slides down the doors onto the wet muddy dirt, the rain crashing to the earth. Guy is breathing heavily. Guy leans his head to the trailer and tries to relax. Rain falls,
Guy closes his eyes.
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The Duo of Incident.
MaceraGuy Picard and Joe Stanza were not grand men by any means. Two janitors , who had one job: Clean up the joint. Well, as you probably guessed: they mucked their jobs up, and started a nuclear apocalypse. On accident! Guy Picard and Joe Stanza are ban...
