"Hey Francis, do you want to come with me?" He shook his head in reply. "I wish I could, but my wife depends on me. Sorry.."
"No worries" I replied. "I understand. It can be hard in the Mojave." And with that, we shook hands and left. But Francis first marked my map with the location of his home. According to him, I was welcome anytime.
The following page is torn out. Based on the pieces left, not much interesting happened.
My feet hurt, my back hurts, everything hurts. I decided to take a break on an overhang, dangling above a river. Just then, a blood curdling cry rang out. I cringed, and felt paralyzed. Fight or flight kicked in. I wasn't gonna let this asshole crush me like the rest of my vault. I stood my ground and pulled out my laser pistol.
The deathclaw hit me like a train. Before I knew it, I hit water. The deathclaw dangled above like that old 'Hang in there baby!' Poster. I watched as the deathclaw pulled itself back up. I tried to wade back to the shore, but my right arm burned and didn't respond. I looked to see what the problem was. "Oh sweet Christ.." my arm was drifting away from me. The water was painted a deep crimson as my severed arm left down the river. I got to the shore, and wrapped up what was left of my shoulder. After about a day, I arrived at a town known as GoodSprings.
WELL THAT WAS A LONG FALLOUT 4 BINGE. sorry not sorry :p
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Alone in the Wasteland (FALLOUT)
Fanfiction"I couldn't bring myself to keep looking. The longer I looked, the more hate I mustered." "In a moment's notice of the noise I was ready, Laser pistol drawn. It didn't have ammo, but I had hoped the sheer intimidation factor would account for someth...
