Fallout: After-Effect

12.30.2290 - Snowfall

"You know, I don't really know, but I just have this gut feeling that I'm here for a reason. You know?" - Tristam Argofell

The sun had barely risen before the two lowly figures noticed the wooden shack in the distance. Marshal had been the first one to spot the structure. After pointing it out, Marshal suggested they recuperate and plan their strategy of attack in the house. While walking towards the building Nate was eager to strike up a conversation.

"You want to know something funny?" Nate asked.

"What's that?" Marshal said, kicking dirt with his shoes.

"I've probably traveled this route a hundred times over and I've never seen that house before."

"That's kind of interesting because it looks like it's almost two hundred years old," Marshal commented.

"Yeah," Nate licked his lips in thought. "I never asked you what your last name is by the way."

"Aron, my last name is Aron," Marshal said.

"Well Marshal Aron, care to do the honors?" Nate asked as he gestured towards the wooden door of the house.

"With pleasure," Marshal bowed. Twisting his body to the side and bringing his leg up he put all his weight onto his foot and brought his foot slamming into the door. *Crack* The door exploded in a shower of splinters.

Shielding his eyes from tiny flakes of wood, Nate coughed out a, "good job."

"At least yoga is good for something," Marshal joked.

"They really train you pretty good in the Brotherhood, don't they?" Nate asked, stepping through the shattered door frame.

"You bet," Marshal said following Nate into the abandoned house. Looking around the house Nate noticed it was only one room. There was a dusty table in one corner with a chair that was missing two of its legs. In the other corner was an even dustier dish washing machine and counter top. Other than a few smashed paintings that was all the interior of the building held. While inspecting the room Nate noticed that a note lay on top of the table.

Gingerly he picked it up and began to read out loud, "Dear Strangers, please leave."

"How quaint," Marshal laughed.

"Well, let's acknowledge their request and leave. I have a bad feeling about this," Nate said uneasily.

"That's going to be a problem," Marshal said as he stared out the window.

"Why?"

"It's blizzarding out there." Marshal said, gesturing to the window.

"What in the name of," Nate began, as he stared out the window. "It hasn't snowed in over 200 years! Let alone blizzard!"

"Maybe, the radiation in the atmosphere cleared up?" Marshal suggested.

"I've got to see this," Nate said as he headed for the door. Stepping on the door frame he heard a loud creak and then a groan. *Snap* Before he knew it Nate was falling through the floor and before he could say snowfall the world went black.