Fallout: The Journey

Chapter 8: The Stranger

I watched as the rifle lifted up and took aim, and a round was fired. It hit flesh that went to bone and muscle, but the thing is, it wasn't mine. The bullet went right through and hit the rock behind me. The slaver dropped, and the man behind him looked at me. I awaited my demise, but he passed me my pistol and pointed at a crevice in the rocky slope. "Go, I'll be right behind you", he said demandingly. I got up and slid down the smoothest part of the slope, but it wasn't different from the rest. I saw a little ridge which held the entrance to safety. I slid into the crevice, and held my breath. All I heard was gunshots. One round after another, and then it stopped. The screams and the barking of the mangy dogs, but the voices didn't. "I think we got him", said one of the slavers. I then heard grunting. It sounded like him, that man. He fell in front of the crack and I saw him getting beat and broken. They stopped after a while and got him on his feet. I saw the flash of a circlet of imbedded explosive death. A collar. It clicked on and he spat into the slaver's eyes. He shoved him into the family, which was even smaller now. "Let's get these slaves back to Eulogy, back at Paradise", he exclaimed. They started to walk back down the hill. "Paradise, eh?", I whispered. I then pulled my body slowly out of the crevice and got up, but before I reached back in to grab my pistol, I saw a figure behind me. "Gotcha, ye slimy bastard you." A blunt force hit me. I hit the solid and gravelly ground and watched as the slaver dragged me to the group, and I heard the click, and faded away from consciousness.