Fallout: NV Time to get a move along

Fallout: NV Discovery

The wandering hand disappeared from my body. I was so relieved that my muscles relaxed, a breathy exhale rushing from my mouth. "Dammit man! I'm tryna get some action! I haven't seen a woman in like..5 months!" I could just barely understand this guy. Turning to the other individual with a hard frown, he grunted adjusting his eye patch. "Listen Gage, I left you to watch not rape her."

"What the fuck am I watchin 'er for? She's fuckin' tied up man! And you just wanted to go listen to your damn holotape porn with Austin! Ya coulda did that shit in HERE! BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING THIS BITCH BUT YOU AREN'T!" The hot-headed Australian stormed out, the other trotting along with a chuckle. "Dude..there are females in the NCR." This was a late reply to his comment about  not seeing a woman in a couple months.

"Oh well what I meant was, I haven't seen a woman with the NCR's finger NOT stuck up 'er tight arse!" With that last outburst, the duo's voices became minute as they retreated, eventually fading into the still night.

I had only been awake for about 20 minutes, hanging silently in this carcass of a once lively and seemingly active building. The roof of the room was missing giving me a wide view of the gaseous balls in the dark night sky. The stars,

 A sudden feeling of depression and sickness washed over me, thoughts of 'Is this really what I want out of life?' and 'Maybe I should just go..back to Goodsprings..' My answer was not found in the stars. My wrists continued to be deprived of it's much needed blood meanwhile my hands becoming numb. Tired of hanging submissively, I was determined to escape. And even more determined to continue my new life in the Wasteland.

I braced my feet against the wall of the stairs, arching my body outward to make it easier, to try and force the rusty hook out. My left foot caught in a small hole, moving it to a better position I jerked my wrists. I almost lost my balance due to the fact that the hook snapped forward violently. The hook wasn't as stable as I had first thought. With enough strength and patience, I could pull free myself. For another set of minutes I spent my time grunting and thrusting my body outward, pulling the hook only mere millimeters from it's original position. I gave in. Just as I thought I'd never do it and forcing my body to fall in defeat..the hook popped out of the wall..And I face planted. Hard

"Shit!" I grunted rolling over onto my back, feeling my nose throb and trickle with blood that pooled near my ears. Wincing in discomfort, I wasted no more time working my numb hands out of the tightly tied restraints. It, my nose,  was definitely broken. Without the proper use of my hands, all I could do was rest my sore nose upon my blue sleeve. To calm the bleeding at least, until help was found.

I had finally managed to sneak away from the NCR's camp, the lights on the opposing side shining brighter upon my stealthy approach. My escape had obviously been talked about among the soldiers. In return the collapsed corridor I once maneuvered was actually being monitored this time. By a few armed soldiers. Their figures lit by lanterns, the early morning still as dark as before.

 Damn.

 I'd managed to creep past..only because I went all the way up the street, east of the soldiers, and climbed the rusty fence. Not without almost killing myself due to my lack of sight and light. I wanted to stay undetected, using my light would not have been a great option.  Only then did I notice that my backpack wasn't on or with me. Why hadn't I noticed?

On the fence's opposite side lay traps as well as few stray bandits, which I swiftly avoided. Crawling my way along old buildings, this place began to look fairly familiar. The distant, seemingly unreachable roller coaster was now very much real, and not a figment of my imagination. I thought I'd never actually see it from such a close distance. The building it surrounded was shrouded in darkness, and tiny by no means. Despite the roller coaster's appearance, this place, and the surrounding places, were relatively unharmed by the deadly touch of the Great War and it's atom bombs. The size of the Bison Steve Hotel as it was labeled, seemed to grow with every step I took. 

Currently I was pressed against the side of a building lit faintly by a neighboring building's flaming barrel. This building in particular caught my attention. Or rather the sight in front of it caught my attention. Placing my hand out to my side, eyes still glued to the giant building towering to the right, My fingers brushed against something rough. I squealed and jumped back. Startled, wide eyed, I caught a very good glimpse of the pavement preceding me, a lone body lay. In a dried puddle of blood lay a Caucasian male, middle-aged. His face was as white as a a ghost, his body was twisted in a very peculiar fashion. His rotten scent burned my eyes and nose, causing them to water in defense. Pulling my zipper up on my jumpsuit so that the high collar could cover my nose and mouth I reached for his uniform. He was only wearing overalls and a dingy, beige long sleeved shirt. Gripping the front strap of his overalls resulted in my findings of something quite...Chilling. The patch read Mojave Express in bold letters under an American flag. The flag's stars were replaced with a blue envelope, and only three red stripes were present. I snatched away, a cold feeling running down my spine in realization. Backing away from the building's side looking above it to see the big orange letters. M-O-J-A-V-E on the front, followed by E-X-P-R-E-S-S on the side above where the building merged with another. Mojave Express. The company I worked for until...

Now this is the part I do not remember.