Raider Bloodlines

Walking Alone

(In an unmarked part of the wasteland)

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The sound of footsteps was able to pierce the silence of the dead wasteland like a knife in paper, distracting the maker of the sound from the dreary nothingness he had been experiencing.

Known by his past acquaintances as Harrison, the man didn't look like much, with what looked like a simple leather overcoat on, accompanied with a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His boots were frayed and worn, a pair of black fingerless gloves supported the 9mm pistol he had in his hand, and the strap he had across his front held a long double barreled shotgun.

The belt he had to support his pants had a combat knife and two holsters, one holding another 9mm pistol. He had short brown hair, and patched hair growing on his face.

His unamused expression supported a small cigarette, and his green eyes surveyed his surroundings at all times, looking for danger. He held a bag over his shoulder with his free hand, filled with some healing supplies and spare ammo, and a few implements to make a fire.

All of this was stolen of course, from his last boss, a raider leader whose last words were uttered in the silence of his home, which had been destroyed by Harrison.

The previous raider had turned on all of his comrades ruthlessly, leaving not a single person alive to tell the story of his raiding days.

His previous friends were lying dead in their beds, his previous enemies were burning in a pit, and his previous comrades were all lying in various states of decomposition back at his previous base.

Harrison made sure to not let a single person leave the compound but him, and accentuated his goodbye by blowing the place sky high with explosives he had stolen from their last caravan raid.

Harrison had thought about all of this in the last few days, not once looking back at his previous home, or losing sleep over the people he had slaughtered. However he still couldn't not think of it, no matter what he did, because he was bored.

The blank wasteland barely held any interest to him besides the odd ruins here and there, and so far he had found nothing to fight, which surprised him considering how many times he had been attacked in the wastes when staging ambushes on caravans.

Just as he started thinking of the odds of that, Harrison stopped, stock still, as several clicking noises sounded out. He narrowed his eyes as he slowly put his bag down, and creeped forward, crouching low and peering over a small hill that was in his path.

He cursed as he spotted a duo of radscorpions clambering the opposite side, making random clicks with their pincers.

He darted back as one turned towards his direction and put his first 9mm back in its holster. He pulled his double barrel from his back and checked if it was loaded, nodding as the barrel clicked back into place with two shots ready.

With that he shrugged and sprinted over the top of the hill, popping a shot off almost immediately. Catching one of the radscorpions in the tail, he smiled as it fell limp, but scowled as he sidestepped to avoid the other radscorpion's tail.

He went to aim another shot, but misfired as the second radscorpion lunged at him with its pincers.

He cursed and dodged again, grabbing two shells from a belt pouch, and loading them quickly. The barrel clicked back into place as the first radscorpions lunged for him, attempting to avenge its destroyed tail.

It took his first shell to its eyes and met death in less time than it took for its body to stop functioning.

The second radscorpion made rapid clicking noises and charged Harrison who rolled out of the enraged insects way. He took advantage of the insects confusion and slammed his shoulder into the insects side, causing it to tip over onto its left. Harrison gritted his teeth at the jarring pain in his shoulder, no doubt dislocated after slamming into the hard exoskeleton of the scorpion.

With a grunt he unloaded a shot into the radscorpions underside, which burst out the radscorpions back, killing it instantly.

Harrison grunted again, this time in pain as he grabbed his shoulder and pulled hard, pulling the body part back into its rightful place. He shook it a few times to be sure it was correctly in its rightful spot, and then walked back up the hill, back towards his supplies.

With a content sigh he slung his shotgun over his shoulder and grabbed his bag, quickly returning to the radscorpion's corpses and searching their stomachs to see if they had eaten anything of interest.

One had a persons hand half digested, and the other had a baseball, but besides that nothing of any real interest. With a shrug Harrison continued walking, taking note of the increasing darkness.

With an increased pace Harrison continued on, searching for any signs of cover for the night, you never knew what could be roaming the wasteland after night falls.

Stopping at the top of a large hill, he spotted a slightly lit up area to the east, though not much else was visible.

With another shrug Harrison started to jog towards the light, unaware of anything behind him, like the large silhoette shifting between the hills as its owner followed him.

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Trying something new, especially since fallout is one of my favorite games, hope you enjoy it