Fallout: The Aftermath

Chapter Five

Amy leaves the White House with her chainsaw from the maniac. She was still bloodied up from the gruesome fight with him and those zombies. Her next objective was to look for any place to take shelter in. For the most part, every building she comes across was in ruins. Skeletons littered the streets, pieces of their dusty, ripped cloth blew across the ground. They must be the remains of clothing from the dead. So many dead.

Finally, Amy finds a supermarket nearby. Hopefully she'll find some water and food. She approaches the door and opens it. The entire store was dark and empty. She slowly walks in and takes a look around. Shelves were near empty, for only tin cans were left. Nothing worth anything. Her stomach grumbles and her mouth was dry.

There was a sudden crash from beyond the store. Amy hides without hesitation. She peeks to see where the noise came from. There were a few figures at the end of the store stuffing supplies in bags. Amy gets closer, and sees these figures dressed in black hoodies. Their faces were covered with handkerchief masks to cover their mouths. She doubts they were friendly. Once she took a step forward, the masked men hear her footstep. They all turn around to face her.

"You there!" said one of them. They all pull out crowbars and aim at her. Amy freezes in fear.

"I-I just came here for some water," she said.

"Oh...you mean this?" asked the masked man, pulling out a water bottle from his bag. He opens the cap and dumps all the water out of it. The men behind him laugh.

"Drink up, freak," he grins. Amy gets angry.

"I just want some water, you shit-heads!" she said. "How idiotic are you dumbasses?!" The masked men said nothing. Instead, they all glared at her.

"Wrong words, you bitch," said the masked man angrily. He raises his crowbar and approaches Amy. She holds up her chainsaw and turns it on. The men slowly back up.

"I don't want to hurt you, but you're bringing this up on yourselves," said Amy. "How hard is it to just get some water?!"

"O-okay!" said the masked man. "Just get some water and go, okay? We don't want any trouble." Amy glares at the men, then takes the bag and unzips it. Finding a water bottle, she takes it out and gulps it all down. The sweet taste of this refreshing beverage filled her up. She was happy to drink it once again and greatly appreciated its existence.

As she drank, one of the masked men rushes after Amy with his crowbar. One of the men shouted at him to not do it, but it was too late. The shout alerted Amy. With a quick thought, she dodges the masked man's attack. This made her very angry. She opens to the palm of her hand and runs her sharp claws deep in the masked man's eyes. He screams bloody murder from the intense pain. Amy pulls back and glares deathly into the men's eyes. The men stare back, then their eyes formed in anger, then they pull out what appears to be guns. Her eyes widen. Without hesitation, Amy ran far away from them. She grabs her chainsaw along the way.

The sound of gunfire motivated Amy to run faster. She needed to leave this store now. She strokes on the handle of her chainsaw, but nothing happened. Out of gas. A masked man appears in front of Amy and tried striking her with his gun. She ducks under and shoves him against the aisle wall. She raises her chainsaw and swings directly against the man's face, cutting his head in half horizontally. Amy drops her chainsaw and runs for cover. She hops over the front desk of a little pharmacy and takes cover. Bullets flew past above her. She shakes in fear.

"S-stay strong!" she said to herself.

"Get out here, you bitch!" yelled one of the masked men. Amy crawls behind the counter to avoid incoming fire. She finds a knife from a skeleton and picks it up. When the men stopped firing, Amy jumps out of cover and throws the knife at one of them, hitting and killing him. She then sweeps past the men and snatches a gun from the dead body. Holding onto it tightly, she fires a few shots at them, dropping three of them down dead.

The last remaining masked man shoots the gun out of Amy's hand, then goes to shoot her. She goes to hide once more, but feels a major sharp pain on the side of her stomach. Amy screams from the top of her lungs. She's been shot. The masked man smirks and approaches to her hiding spot. Amy tried breathing, but each breath she took caused more pain in her wound. The masked man comes face to face with her, but decides not to kill her just yet. He grins and kicks her wound. Amy screams loudly in pain.

"Funny how only one shot from a gun can easily bring down a person," said the masked man. "From your state, it's pathetic. Hm hm, as a matter of fact, you're pathetic." He kicks Amy's wound once more. As she screamed once more, this triggers her inner demons. She glances angrily at the masked man. Her eyes turn bloodshot red. The masked man immediately backs up and falls on his back. Amy stands up as she transforms into her demonic state, just like how she faced the zombies back at the hospital. The pain in her wound faded.

"HIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Amy jumps onto the masked man and rips him to shreds. She tore his limbs off, opened up his body and ripped out his organs, and scratched his face until it was nothing but bloodied muscle. He screamed in utter pain but soon died from the lack of blood and organs. Amy feasted on his corpse, sucking the blood out of his organs. Her inner demons faded and she turned back to normal. Amy blinked and saw the bloody, mutilated corpse she destroyed and all the blood she was covered in.

Amy gasped fearfully, dropping the organs she consumed. Knowing the masked man intentionally wanted her dead, what she did to him, in her mind, was unholy. This act of murder was sadistic. Vile, wicked, and iniquitous. Amy felt a sharp pain. She falls on her knees and covers up her wound, groaning loudly in pain. She breathed heavily, but each breath made the pain even worse. Tears build up and streamed down from her eyes. She slowly stands back up and slowly leaves the Super Market.

Amy tried dragging herself, but collapsed on the ground. She slowly stands back up and continued on forward. She looks around the dead streets of the town. Luckily, a pharmacy was nearby. She limbs over to the building and lets herself inside. Medicine and other medical supplies were still on the shelves. Walking into the back of the pharmacy, Amy stumbles upon surgical tools on a table. One of them were pliers. Amy knew what to do; remove the bullet from her wound and fix it.

Amy slowly sits down on a chair and takes the pliers. She then carefully sticks it inside her wound and opened it up to grab the bullet. She started breathing quickly as the pain arises. She moves the pliers around until hearing a clank. She has the bullet. Slowly pulling it, Amy tears up and groans. Wanting to get it over with, she yanks the bullet out.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Amy drops the pliers and falls to the ground, holding her wound. Blood flowed out of it. Amy quietly cries to herself, but stops to realize she needed to keep going. She lost too much blood. Standing back up, Amy went into the pharmacy for any good medicine. One product caught her eye; Stimpaks.

Amy grabs a box and opens it up. After reading the directions, she stabs the needle into her wound and injects the medicine. She gasps, finally catching a deep breath. The pain was slowly easing. Next, she needed to stitch up the wound. Amy goes around the store and grabs a spray, a needle, and some thread from the back. She took her white tank top off and sprayed her wound, then began stitching it. The process was long and hard, but Amy finished it.

She sighs. Her new life is going to be hell. Amy can only hope for good things to come in a matter of time.