Chapter 10 - Preparing for battle

The next day, after eating, putting on his gear and armed, Brandon decided to check his stats before going out.

[Brandon Parker]

[Race - Human, subrace - Human mutated]

[Date of birth 03.07.2268] (3 July)

[Age - 12 years old]

[Strength– 3]

[Perception - 3]

[Endurance - 5]

[Charisma - 4]

[Intelligence - 7]

[Agility - 4]

[Luck - 1]

[Special talents:]

[What doesn't kill me makes me stronger - Radiation resistance 10%, risk of harmful mutation reduced by 3%]

[Labor made a man out of a monkey: it allows the host to use the fusion skill, which merges things similar in purpose and structure, thereby increasing the state of the first thing.]

[Skills:]

[Dismantling at beginner level -16 lvl]

[Armorer Newbie -13 lvl]

[Primitive gunsmith - 9 lvl]

[Assembling at a primitive level - 7 lvl]

[Primitive shooting - 6 lvl]

[Primitive electrician - 6 lvl]

Until now, Brandon did not stop training, but apparently due to his age his strength statistics did not rise, but endurance and agility increased due to his frequent running from one garbage heap to another. Intelligence has risen to an amazing 7, by the standards of the system, he is already considered a person capable of doing research at an academic level. Brand believes that when he turns 18, his intelligence is likely to reach 9 or 10.

Collecting his thoughts, he took the bag with the necessary things, left the shack and met his brother talking to his mother.

-Ok, mom, we'll be careful ....., yes, mom, I'll take care of Brandon ..., but nothing will happen to him ...., mom at his age, I already walked around the wastelands alone .... I understand that he is a big head ...

Noticing me, Marcus breaks out of his conversation with his mother and speaks to me loudly.

- Let's go quickly, Brandon, otherwise I'm afraid your mother will decide to come with us.

Feeling warmth in his heart, the guy was once again convinced that this new family is important to him, and he will fight with all his might for the general well-being.

Approaching his mother, he gently took her hands and said.

-Mom, don't worry, everything will be fine with us, we have weapons and look what cool armor I made for myself, nothing will happen to us.

-Brandon what are you tal...

Noticing the boy's drooping gaze, the mother stopped talking and sighed.

- eh, well, just remember to look around, I don't want to lose 2 of my sons.

Smiling, Brandon hugged his mother, said goodbye to her, and walked south with Marcus.

After walking a few meters from the house, Marcus looked at his clothes and began to speak.

-So you did it yourself, right?

-Yes, I thought it was dangerous to walk in simple rags.

-Well, now that we have good equipment, nothing should threaten us in this area.

-You know better.

Marcus wore a shabby leather cloak with a belt, buckles, a green shirt, torn trousers and worn out boots. Additional metal lining is also sewn into the cloak for protection, and iron shoulder pads hang on the shoulders. Brandon assumed that his brother's armor was somewhere on his level, maybe a little higher by 1-2 points.

Noticing the appraising look of his younger, Marcus cheered up and said.

- How do you like this cloak? Cool huh? I took it away from a couple of raiders, they robbed one traveler, and I robbed them, hehe, look what the power of a fist can do.

Proudly sticking out his chest, Marcus strode forward with quick steps.

If Brandon could see the statistics of others, he is sure he would see intelligence below 4.

After chatting a little at the beginning of the journey, the brothers silently went to the Station

After 2 hours of walking, they finally arrived.

Stopping by the trees in the bushes, they began to survey the area.

- Brand, listen, I always bypassed this place, because ghouls lived here, and I was alone, now there are two of us and I think we can handle it.

Brandon nodded at him and continued to watch the scene.

Ahead you can see a small house next to which 3 ghouls roam. Many iron containers are scattered around it. There is a carriage on the railroad tracks, perhaps there are still ghouls inside. From a distance you can see a two-story closet, a lot of wagons, and it seems like you can see 2 more ghouls.

-Marcus, let's hide behind those boxes, come closer to the ghouls and try to kill them quickly, and I think we can somehow cope with the latter.

With a nod, Marcus agreed to the plan and pulled out his weapon, Brandon did the same and pulled out his brand new pistol.

Seeing what he was holding in his hand, Marcus opened his mouth.

-Where the hell did you get such a good weapon? Where is my old pistol?

With a grin Brandon replied

- This is your old pistol, stupid big brother, I just replaced a few parts.

With a snort, Marcus turned away from him and slowly began to sneak towards the boxes.

After 2 minutes, they were in the right positions: close enough to shoot, but far away so as not to get caught in their clutches if they miss.

Brandon looked at his brother.

Marcus began to count with his fingers 3 ... 2 ... 1

Aiming at the ghoul's head, Brandon gripped the grip tighter and pulled the trigger.

* Bang *

* Bang *