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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 47
The Fox was sniffing at the air; the scent was faint… metal… gunpowder.
“Ah… so he returns,” Vulpes whispered under his breath.
Sol began dragging his feet up the set of metal stairs. Eyes were blurry, arms went numb. He started wondering how he even managed to stand up straight. Well… to be honest, how he managed to stay in one piece for the last few decades or so was anyone’s guess. He threw the hefty metal glove up the stairs, landing it in front of the Fox Vulpes.
“All… empty,” he said as he sat down by the steps, resting his tired knees.
“I see,” Vulpes picked up the gauntlet, scanning it then shifted his focus onto the ranger, “you performed even better than I’d expected.”
“Yes, yes, what a talent scout you are. Maybe I should beat the pulp out of ya to give you a taste of what it was like down that shit-hole.”
“Such harsh word are not needed, Courier,” said the Fox,
Story of Tom - Chapter 1 - Escape
"Vault 87 - The Vault that promised my grandparents safety from the inevitable nuclear war. But how safe was it really? I cant imagine they would have wanted this future for us. A future with the vault more terrifying than the irradiated surface and its inhabitants. It is now the year 2154 and life in the vault gets worse every day. More and more people just disappeared. Rumors has it our vault wont last another year. We all were to face our vaults dark secret - not everyone realized it. We were not going to wait around for this to happen. This would be our only chance. We had to escape. "
2154 - August 5th - 2:40 am
Tom and Sheldon sat on the bed facing each other, a map of their vault laying between them. "We got no other options. The vault door is a no go. The radiation would kill us within seconds. We have to go through the cave system." Sheldon explained and pointed at the map "This door leads into some tunnels which should get us to the little lamplight caverns. We ar
Sounds From The Past (Sole Survivor)Hancock was tough, had to grow up that way or you were deathclaw meat of the plaything of a Super Mutant. Sure, he could be downright cruel, even to those he respected and cared for, but he also knew when not to be. Right now, was one of those times. It had been a routine scavenge session, John Hancock fighting good-naturedly with Nick Valentine while Dogmeat scouted on ahead with the Sole Survivor, who grinned when the building she had picked out was completely empty.
“Free pickings boys!” She crowed, pulling out drawers and rummaging through desks with an excited grin. Her companions were less thrilled, Nick Valentine smoking a cig while watching the vault dweller with an amused look on his face. Hancock found a stash of chems and set about ‘testing’ them immediately, racked out on some chair near when looked like a light switch.
“Hey Sole, this outta help.” He grinned, flipping the switch in the somewhat dark room they had found thei
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