Some Random Stuff

A little bit of a Fallout free writing

(Nick Valentine's Point of View)

We made our way through the lumber mill, the radioactive fog creeping through the basement just like above ground. My built in geiger counter was going haywire, and I could barely hear anything other than it. Hell, the gunshots are quieter than the clicks made by that thing.

My partner, both in detective work and as a traveler, had found a power armor suit and fixed it. I'm thinking that's the only reason he wasn't like the rest of these ghouls..

Ghouls.. Ghouls everywhere. Dropping from the ceilings, crawling out of holes in the wall, there was a Glowing One in a room filled with the fog. If I had normal, human ears, I would have gone deaf from my geiger counter clicking as the fog washed out of that room.

These ghouls... When they're rushing at you, trying to tear you apart, you can easily murder them without a thought or a care in the world. But after the adrenaline's over, and you're left with a room, building, field, road, whatever it is, when you're left with an area filled with now deceased ghouls, you can't help but feel a bit sad. These used to be people. Engineers, scientists, teachers, cooks, doctors.. But not anymore.

We checked our guns and went further into the basement, checking everywhere for the power tools we had been sent for. There was a little safe haven built on a harbor, they call it 'Far Harbor'. The only thing stopping the monsters of this island from getting inside 'Far Harbor' is a wall made of junk and scrap. They call that wall 'The Hull', and it often takes a beating every time the monsters attack.

By getting these power tools they requested, we'd be helping them survive and be safer, which is a good thing. I briefly paused, clearing my mind of my thoughts, before pointing to a navy blue bag with gold lettering on it. "There!"

My partner simply nodded and grabbed the power tools, holding it in his left hand. He switched his combat rifle to a pistol The Railroad had given him when he joined. We walked up the steps leading out of the basement, ending up in a warehouse. 

As I climbed up the stairs, a deep, gruff voice made us pause. "Who the fuck are you?"

"We're passing through." My partner stated bluntly, starting to walk away. The other person, who had a machete, looked at the power tools and his eyes widened.

"W-Woah, you've got some Poseidon Grade Level Power Industrial tools. Do you know how much people today would kill for those?" The man asked. My partner shook his head. "What's it for me?"

"2000 caps, baby, that's what's in for you. Hand them over, and they're yours." He replied. My partner looked to him, to the tools, then to me.

"Hey, I think we called it quits for now." He said, and I nodded. "That's shame. I'll be at home when you need me again."

I began to walk out of the warehouse, pretending to not notice my partner giving the tools to the man and then the man handing him a large bag that jingled.

As I walked down the road, I jumped at the gunshots. I looked back to the warehouse briefly and saw the man on the ground, bullet holes littering his head and chest. The power tools were laying next to him, and I saw the large, metal hand of my partner's power armor reach for them. I simply turned around and began in a light jog towards home base, sending my partner the message after a few moments...

Nick Valentine hated that

(A/N): I know I have other stuff to do, but this came to my mind like 7 minutes ago at 12:30 am-