Two Dead Worlds

Chapter 3: Diamond City

A.N. I'm changing the timeline of the events a bit, if you don't mind.

The only good thing about apocalypse was that there were no more traffic jams. Danny could calmly walk through the streets, without fearing the cars. He had taken sleep in one of the destroyed houses, on the worn off mattress. Not the best change from the luxuries Danny had, but he could bear with it. At least there weren't any oversized roaches.

At the moment Phantom was sitting on a bench, while Cujo was trying to eat the meat from the bone in his mouth. Dog food in the bag was just in case the puppy wouldn't be able to find anything to eat. Danny ate the canned beef, warmed up on the small fire. A little treat he had was a bottle of Nuca-cola the half ghost had found. Bless ice powers, he cooled down the drink to make it even more enjoyable. It made him wonder, however, was it healthy to drink something what was in edible condition two hundred years later? Oh, well, he had a trump card against cancer.

After eating, two friends continued their way. During the night Phantom saw the shining light in the center of the city, just like Wes had said. He knew where to go. This 'Diamond City' was going to help him orientate in the Wasteland. Obviously there should have been traders, and one of them could sell him a map. Danny had only one bottle cap, he doubted that that was enough. He needed so sell something not important. But in order to sell something unimportant, Phantom needed to have something unimportant.

"Maybe you should do tricks at public, huh?" He asked jokingly.

Cujo looked up and huffed, raising his head proudly. For two centuries he was the King's literal lapdog. He wasn't going to lower himself to street tricks. His master laughed at that.

They were now at the suburbs of Boston. The houses were not wooden, but concrete ones. It didn't protect some of them from the nuclear damnation, but still. Danny's sharp eye suddenly noticed something. A landmine with a small red glowing dot. Smirking, Phantom pointed his finger at it. A small beam of green enrgy flew out and hit the mine dead on. It blew up, but Danny was on a good distance. However, his moment was short, the car started to burn.

"Eh, did they still put nuclear engines in that things?" He asked.

Cujo whined, lied down and covered his head. That explosion was much more powerful. Danny didn't even want to know whose idea was to make a small nuclear bomb from every car by putting atomic reactors in them, but it was understandable. The last droplets of oil were about to be used, and Alaska was the last known place where it was left. Phantom made an ectoshield and protected himself and his dog from mini nuclear explosion. Danny's lips thinned, he suspected that the radiation was hitting him at the moment.

"Hey, what's with the explosion?!" He heard a shout.

Phantom cursed as he saw three men come from around the corner. They were dressed in junk, there was no other way saying this. Rusty pieces of metal were covering vital places, and their primitively looking guns were the same. One of them had a black warpaint on his face, or was it dirt?

"You have a nice way of greeting guests," Danny commented calmly.

One of them whistled. "My, looks like we got a nice practice target."

Phantom blinked as they started firing from their pistols. Bullets just whistled and hit nothing. The men looked confused.

"What the..."

"My turn."

Danny swiped his hand and they were thrown aside like ragdolls. Two of them dropped their guns and Phantom picked one. It was amazing how some thing made from wood and little pipes could even shoot. Oh, well. Danny shot at one of the raiders' hand and the man cried in pain as his weapon was dropped on the ground. Phantom whistled and shook the pistol.