Fallout: The Aftermath

Chapter Three

Feeling way too scared to fight him, Amy runs away from the crazy lunatic. He laughs manically and chases after her. She turns to face him and aims her Škorpion at him and fires. The gun flies out of her hands and hits against her nose.

"AH SHIT!" she screamed as she covered it. It slowly dripped blood. The maniac sees her and runs straight after her.

"COME HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he screamed. Amy quickly picks her gun back up and runs away from him. The maniac swings his chainsaw at her, but misses and instead hits the wall, leaving a long cut on it.

"Stop it!" Amy yelled. "I don't want to hurt you!"

"LIAR!!!" screamed the maniac. He keeps swinging his chainsaws around as he rushes after her. Amy rolls out of the way as one of the chain blades nearly cuts her. Ready to shoot him, the maniac turns and swings his chainsaw at her Škorpion, cutting it out of her hands. Amy gasps as her gun breaks. What a waste.

The maniac kicks Amy in the gut, and then again; this time, bringing her down to the floor. Amy held onto her stomach from the pain she felt. She looks up to see the maniac lifting his chainsaws, ready to strike. She quickly rolls out of the way as soon as he swings the deadly weapons down to her original spot.

Amy throws a hard punch at the maniac's face. He drops his chainsaws and covers his face. A good chance to grab his chainsaws. Just as she was about to, Amy hears loud hissing sounds in the distance. She turns around to find a dozen zombies rushing after her and the maniac. Not wanting to know how they got in, Amy takes a chainsaw and shoves the maniac aside.

Amy floats downstairs and notices a few zombies were chasing after her. Only one option to do; kill them. She swings the chainsaw at one of them. Blood flies out as the zombie gets cut from the shoulder all the way down to its hip. Amy swings the bloodied weapon at the next, this time at its leg. The zombie falls over hissing loudly in pain. Going to deal with it later, Amy stabs the next one through its stomach, then raised the chainsaw all the way up to the top of the head. The upper torso and head of the zombie split in half, releasing its blood.

One zombie swings its hand at her. Amy ducks and kicks the back of its leg. The zombie falls on one knee, and gets stabbed through the back of its head and stabs through its face. Scary enough, it was still alive. Amy drops the chainsaw and grabs its head and twists it, breaking its neck.

The last zombie screams in pain as its cut-off leg bled out. Amy looks at it and ends its suffering by stomping on its face. She took a deep breath and realized she was all covered in blood. Somehow, it smelled delicious. Amy licks the blood off her skin. She smiled when it tasted really good. Her smile faded when she heard the noise of a chainsaw going off.

"OHHH GIRLLL, WHERE ARE YOUUU?!" asked the maniac. "COME HERE SO I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART!" The best strategy for Amy right now is to avoid him and get out of here. The White House isn't safe. Not only that, but it was very dark outside now. Maybe spending one night wouldn't hurt, but doing that would mean she has to kill the maniac and any other zombies roaming around inside the House itself. That's her only choice now.

Amy takes her chainsaw and goes to face the maniac. After roaming around searching for him, she finds him tearing a zombie apart with his bare hands. Blood from the zombie drips from the maniac's hands. He looks up to find Amy in a sinister look. He gets up with his chainsaw and pulls the rope starter, starting up the engine.

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU STILL LIVING!" he screamed. "DIE BITCH!!!" He screams loudly and runs right after Amy. He swings his chainsaw, but she blocks his attack. The two pushed each other, as sparks flew everywhere from the sharp, moving chains. The maniac pushes against Amy hard, but she keeps her ground as hard as she could.

Amy shakes with fear, but suddenly with rage. She glares up at the maniac with an evil look. Her ruby-red eyes glowed bright and she hisses at him, revealing her razor sharp fangs. The maniac's eyes widen in fear. Amy angrily screams and pushes his chainsaw down, then swings across deep in his stomach.

The maniac freezes, then slowly falls on his knees. His stomach pours out a lot of blood, and his intestines fall out. He looks down silently, then back up at Amy.

"...I....just wanted...to be loved...." The maniac slowly falls forward in his own pool of blood. Amy looks down at the fallen psychopath, feeling a little sorry for him. At least she helped end his suffering. Both physical and mental. What else could she do to help him? He's already crazy to the point where he'll kill. The Great War has taken a toll on human life. It took a toll on Amy as well. Everything she knew and loved was dead. Her mother, her brother Jeffry, her friend Sally...everybody was taken away from her by the bomb. Amy grew angry with the world leaders. They're responsible for taking life away from everyone.

What's done is done, and no one could do anything to change the past. Amy grew tired. She needed sleep. She flew back upstairs to find the nearest bedroom. She slowly lies down and covers herself with a dusty, ripped blanket. The thoughts of everyone she knew and loved made her cry to sleep.