Fallout: The Journey

Chapter 7: The Town Of Rockside

They were murderers. Everyone of them. They didn't hesitate. As I looked down the rocky and jagged slope, I heard pleads of release and cries for help. There was about nine of them, five of them being some sort of slaver type, judging by the way one of them was pulling bulky and rugged collars out if his pack, and the others pulling a family of four out of the ruined and decayed wreckage of a house. The family consisted of a father, mother and two children, both of them being boys. Then, one if the slavers dropped them on their knees and pulled out a pistol, that looked makeshift and in the brink of breaking. He then grabbed one if the collars and clipped it onto one of the boys and turned on the explosives imbedded inside. Then, the father got up and threw a punch at the leader. It landed violently into his eye and blood spurted from his mouth.

"Ain't you got some balls, shame they ain't gotta do you any good". He then shot the father straight in the knee, and he collapsed to the ground, groaning while holding his leg in pain. The slavers then dragged him onto the street. Then, the other two slavers had four dogs that were salivating at the site of blood and the man. Then it happened. They let the leashes go. They bolted and started to chew and devour the man's flesh, bit by bit, while the father's screams were covered by the sounds of laughter from those sick bastards. I couldn't help it. "Oi, you bastards, up here!" I shouted with a roar. They looked and hesitated, but eventually grabbed their rifles and opened fire. The bullets ricocheted off the rocks and chipped into my eyes. "Ah, shit, my eyes", I said with a stutter. I rubbed them, and my vision cleared to the sight of one of the men running at me with a knife. I fumbled for my gun, but before I could reach for it, the sunlight not only reflected off the knife, but off the barrel of a rifle in front if me. "I'm so dead".