2 Chapter 1: The Wastes are a Cruel Place

Three years it had been three years since I ventured forth into this hellish landscape of the waste to escape the mass grave that had become my home I wasn't hoping for much out here, but that was something long since behind me. I had grown up in a shelter designed by or ancestor thousands of years ago to help us escape nuclear armageddon yet it felt like it had been a hopeless endeavor with the fact I was the only survivor really being the icing on the shit cake that was my life, but I digress my life had been pretty normal well except for the constant run in with raiders honestly the old post apocalypse writers would have killed to find out how right they were though personally I think it was all them who gave these idiots the idea and for that I can never forgive them. Where was I oh right ya so my life as been a living hell, but how is that new I decide to head out for scrap as my supplies were on the verge of being all gone so I grabbed my weapons and body armor and headed out. The sun was hanging low in the horizon as walked out into the wastes my most of the locals don't usually go out during this time of day as the risk of being attacked by raiders was almost a guarantee, but that didn't bother me considering I usually got the drop on them and compared to me their weapons were pretty shit as they had wooden spears with what ever sharp object they could find strapped to the end while I was the only one caring guns apparently guns had became more of myth sense the end of the world with when ever a raider saw them they would be frightened and call it a boom bow so it never worried me to leave my bunker so late and sense the door was biometric seal I could leave for as long as I wanted with fear of being robbed or would it be more like looted now geez looked at me rambling, but I guess that's what happens when you live for three years only getting into contact with people for a day every three month. Anyway as normal I was wondering my usual stomping grounds as I was one of the few able to get into most of the military facilities it made them the best place to find components to sell, but on this I would find something unexpected as I was opening one of the facilities I started hearing screaming and loud laughter which wasn't unusually for these how ever it what I heard that really confused me "Vernis'" wait was hearing things or was someone speaking Old World I mean I never learned but the more I heard the person screaming the more I thought it sounded like when there would be Old Worlders in the films we watched in the shelter. So I found it odd for someone to be speaking Old World especially here of all places, but I needed to see what was going on so I got my rifle out and viewed through the sight on what was going on. What I saw was starting to be come pretty common the it was a group of raiders and they had gotten the drop on a young woman probably around my age but I couldn't tell from 40 feet away especially with my sight. She had short dark hair and was wearing a short sleeved shirt with some type of vest over it and she wore gloves over her hands for foot wear she wore what appeared to be military combat boots and if your asking why I didn't comment about the other part of her outfit well it appeared the raiders had already cut off her pants so I could pretty much tell that her hair color was natural two of the raiders already had their dicks out and just waiting for the others to restrain and at this point I would've moved on and continued with what I was doing, but the girls language was driving my curiosity and then I noticed in one of the raiders hands was something I knew all to well it was a handgun and again from this distance I couldn't tell what type, but even still I couldn't mistake it for anything other then a gun. And if that was the case I needed to figure out who she was and how she knew Old World so I took aim at one of the raiders who had given me the perfect target hanging in between his legs and took the shoot.