Lone Wanderer

Chapter 4 - Road blocks

Once I left the area with the add-ons on my power armor, I felt much more confident, as I do leaving many other situations. So far the wasteland seemed to be working in my favor. The metal frame and add-ons to the power armor fit snugly together, but I swear I've never heard something rattle and squeak as much. The hydraulic tanks may have gone haywire after the bombs.
I'd been walking for about seven miles when I heard a massive engine roar in the near distance. I decided to wait until the vehicle passed behind a large scrap of brick debris. I remembered what the brick pattern matched to. There was an old elementary school about a quarter of a mile away. I had guessed that the bomb dropped fairly close to the school since the debris was so large.
The large growl of the engine came rearing closer. Eventually, over a small hill that used to be the section of the dairy road, the large armored tanker emerged into view. The truck was well equipped with Gatling guns and guarding posts emerging to both sides, each with a guard. Every man was equipped with a heavy rifle and some extent of leather armor and offside wire and metal for added protection. The only dressing that seemed to differ from normal raider attire was worn by the supposed leader of the troop. It was a woman with deep red hair leaking through a leather clad helmet. For a raider, the helmet and armor were well decorated with different shades of tan and brown swirling throughout the uniform. The armor covered the entire body, which would normally be showing a large portion of the chest and stomach and exposing the kneecaps and most of the calfs and shins, only to be covered by a pair of long johns.
As the truck neared my position, it came to a quick stop, right beside of my barricade. The woman spoke in a raspy voice, "Alright, boys, this is where I heard those hydraulic sounds."

Damn stupid piece of shit armor

"Cloey, go check behind them bricks"
"I told you, Delilah, it's Charles "
"I'm gonna call you whatever I damn well want to"
"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist"
I drew my pipe rifle and waited. He came in front of me, at first unaware of my presence. I let him acknowledge that I was there by putting a bullet right through his temple. Blood as red as Delilah's hair splattered the bricks and my power armor making a sea of red on my torso. I sprang up from the debris and readied my weapon. The other raiders cursed and aimed at me, but Delilah intercepted. "Hold your fire, morons!" They lowered their weapons, confused and in a daze."I see that you are a survivor, y'know, looking at that suit of power armor." She let out an ominous smirk,"perhaps we can make a deal. You give us your power armor, and we'll let you live."
"I killed an entire camp of raiders for this," I replied,"I'm not giving it to someone I crossed paths with."
"Well then it seems like we have a problem. Alright, boys, you know the call!" The other raiders raised their weapons and fired. I ducked under the bricks once more and, now knowing a good way to use it, I used V.A.T.S to pick my targets. I aimed toward all 5 raider's heads and at Delilah's leg. As I shot in bursts of three, all of the raiders had fallen, except for Delilah. She had ran into the truck and I suspected she would grab a gun , so I stayed in an attacking stance. She emerged from the truck and held a gun I had never even heard of, much less seen. It was so large it had to be placed on the shoulder of its user. It looked more like a launcher than a gun, but the thing that caught my attention was the mini nuke loaded into the barrel. This was the most devastating and damaging ammunition known to man.
"Taste the wrath of the Fat Man ya little shit!" She fired and barely missed me, but the bomb landed on a very near hill and damaged my power armor past the point of reparation. I ejected from my armor and aimed my rifle at Delilah.
"Wait, kid, think about this. Are you so dishonorable that you would kill me while I'm completely defenseless?" At first I rendered this a trap, but I lowered my gun to my waist . She turned around with her hands in the air and started walking away, but quickly reached for her holster and shot. She nailed me clean in the leg. I had fallen and Delilah moved over to me. I had almost regained stamina, but I looked up to see that a pipe revolver pistol was aimed at my head. My defense was broken and if I tried to fight back I'd be eating lead for my last meal. I surrendered and she loaded me into the truck.