So yeah… I had a bit of revamping on this, but here you go.
<center>The Last Bullet</center>
By: Steven Sherrick
Author’s Notes: I do not own anything affiliated with any of the Fallout games. The Rating is for violence and a few “perverted situations” in later chapters. There is no nudity, so this is for anyone who does not mind a little cussing and violence, hell, I’m sixteen myself. The only thing this has to do with Fallout is some of the creatures later on, and the Brotherhood of Steel.
The man slid the magazine into his silver desert eagle, dust blowing around him.
In response he heard some radio noise, and four “affirmatives”, plus one head nodding next to him. He spun around the sandbags and let fly with his .55 loaded gun…
It had started a few years ago, when he joined the Brotherhood of Steel. He was supposed to get a water chip for his Vault, but that damn thing was too hard to find, so he just gave up and paid someone to bring them water from the Hub. He had blue eyes, dark brown hair, and was 5’9". He weighed a pretty normal weight for someone of his height, only a good 133 pounds. His name was Briac. His parents lived in the Vault with his dog. He had come to the Brotherhood looking for some reason to live other than walk around trying to find a good weapon to “make stuff go splat” (and because he heard they gave out weapons).
‘Man, wish i could find some sorta car…’ thought Briac. He continued walking along, then, off in the distance, he made out a dust cloud coming his way, and it wasnt a Brotherhood jeep… it was a Raider car. He tried to find a place to hide, but couldn’t see anything to jump behind, so he got ready to dodge the oncoming vehicle.
<center>—In the car—</center>
“Heh, hey man, do we have to hit this one, let’s get out and beat the crap out of him,” said the muscular one.
“Oh, all right John…” said the scrawny one.
“Well, Delader, leave this bastard to me.”
<center>—Back with Briac—</center>
‘Why are the bastards slowing down…’ he thought, “Ooooooh, I know, they want to have a little fun…” He saw a glinting in the sand to his right, he made a mental note to find out what it was after he kicked their ass(es). The jeep stopped and out stepped a muscular man with a deep tan and a buzz cut, and a small man with long white hair, and a scar along his left arm. he seemed to have a sword attatched to his hip in a red scabbard.
“So, which of you first,” Briac asked.
The big one stepped forward.
Briac just stood there as John charged him, just waiting for the perfect moment.
John produced a dagger from somewhere and stabbed at him with surprising speed, Briac barely had the time to deflect John’s hand, just above the wrist. Briac spun his fist around and connected with the oaf’s temple. John was on the ground in pain, but he grabbed the pistol in it’s leather holster, aiming it at Briac’s head.
I just need a bit of feedback. Things that need changing, etcetera.
I know it’s not very long, it’s just a quick little thing I whipped up to test how in-tune my writing abilities are. Just read what I have for now.