Raider Bloodlines

"I don't love, I don't pity, and I sure as hell don't give mercy. But you know what I will do? I'm going to kill you because I know I'll be meeting you down in hell to do it again."

With a bang, his former boss slumped forward, a bullet in his brain. The ties on his chair could barely hold his large frame as he sat there lifeless.

The man who shot him took a drag from a cigar and sighed. Back to being a lone merc. He flicked his cigar into a corner and then opened the door to his former bosses quarters, not bothering to shut it as he walked out.

He didn't stop to reminisce as he walked past the bodies of his former raider gang. Past the burned corpses of the guard dogs, whom had succumbed to the fire and smoke of the dog houses he had lit on fire. Past the armory from which he had slowly stolen ammo from and hoarded over the past decade. Past the lodges, which he had primed with mines. And finally past the gate of the compound, where the two guards watched as he killed every one of the raiders inside. They quivered in fear as he approached them, trying to tear free of the rope that bound them.

"Hush hush.. I'm not going to kill you." He said quietly, leaning down to their level.

They stopped struggling as he got closer, and pulled out a knife, cutting the rope that bound their legs.

"Go on, run along now." He said quietly and they wasted no time, stumbling along on their legs that were still asleep.

They didn't last five feet.

He put his silenced 9mm pistol away as he watched them fall silently to the ground. He shook his head, before walking past them as well.

"Raiders are the only ones stupid enough to trust a raider." He scoffed quietly before walking silently in the direction of the capital wasteland.