Reviving a fantasy

New beginnings

A blinding white light, that was all john could see. Was he dead...no he could still feel the hard bunker flooring underneath him. All he heard was a loud blaring sound into his ear, obviously the base alarm. John was still for a few minutes, not wanting to move while he was in this state.

A few minutes of laying on the metal floor did his vision start to clear, wires were hanging from the roof as the red hue from the alarm lit the room, the lights destroyed. Groaning John slowly got to his knees a gruesome sight lay in front of him. All of the scientists in the room lay dead, missing body parts or just crushed under something the soldiers he was with seemed to be either ripped apart or had something jutting out of them, his parents were no where to be found either. However the rather large trail of blood that lead out the doorway got his attention, John stood up as his suit injected a stimpak into his body sealing any wombs he may have received and giving him a boost of energy.

Materializing his 1911 John slowly walked through the doorway passing body's that were ripped apart some brotherhood some enclave, blood was all over the walls and floor even on the ceiling. Coming up to a hallway John peaked around the corner seeing a...a mutie? "The fuck are you?" John thought as he examined the creature, it was pure black mutated wolf from the looks of it that was able to stand up. John shaking his head pulled back the slide of the 1911 just enough to see if there were any obstructions or problems, seeing none he gently let it slide into place so not to alert the mutie to his position. Peaking around the corner again he pulled his pistol up and pointed it at the muties head and gently squeezed the trigger shooting a .45 ACP round effectively putting it down.

Smirking john walked towards the creature examining it closer, "ya...radiation was a bitch to you" John said kicking the corpse as it disappeared into the air shocking him, however this didn't stop John. He continued to walk forwards towards one of the ways out. Taking out any mutie he saw easily disposing them with his 1911. John looked at every enclave body he passed hoping that his parents wouldn't be found in the carnage. His wish was granted as he saw the rather destroyed door to the outside world, half expecting to see the wastelands he was very surprised when he saw snow. Snow....the very thing John has heard about in the stories of the old America, the old world, and here it is right in front of him along with trees! John walked out further his power armor making very noticeable footprints in the snowy ground. However something drew his attention towards the tree line in front of him, another mutant eating a body, sighing John walked behind it and shot it in the back of the head and moved it. John froze in pure fear, there in front of him lay his father and mother covered in blood and holding hands, large claw marks are on there armor and you could see some of there armor was pierced. Blood pooled out all around them turning the once white snow into a red color. "God why" john fell to his knees as he took off his helmet and dropped it next to him blood splattered the visor, he crawled up to his parents on his hands and knees as his tears dropped down his face and into the blood.

John cried until he couldn't cry no more, looking down at his blood covered gauntlets he felt a wave of rage cover him as he wiped his hands on his armored chest and put on his helmet, "fucking muties" materializing his B.A.R he walked back towards the bunker which had placed itself back into the ground. John had to only walk a few feet before he heard multiple howls turning around he saw a rather large mutie with a group of smaller ones behind him. John pulled his B.A.R up as the pack made a circle around them growling at John trying to intimidate him and make him fear but they didn't sense any only pure hate.

The pack leader charged john closing the distance and swiped a claw at him, john dropped his rifle and materialized his knife in his left hand and blocked the swipe with his right arm. John stabbed the Mutie in its throat and roared as he lifted his leg and kicked it in the stomach sending it flying into a tree killing it. John smiled sadistically as he materialized his 1911 in his right hand, and fought the group of Muties. The brutal CQC resulted in the death of the pack and minor scratches to johns armor.

Time skip a few hours

John cried as he burned the corpses of his parents and comrades, even putting in the effort by burning the bodies of the brotherhood soldiers, their loot laying away from the fire. John smiled slightly and breathed out of his mouth as he dried his tears,"let's start anew" john said inside his head as he turned around and walked into the bunker to repair and fix the place up.