Decisions
"Well, this was designed to get us as far away from dodge as possible." Gary seemed sullen, and sad his home was destroyed. "Hundreds of miles, I'd say."
"Hundreds! What about Elizabeth?!" Greg was angered now. He didn't even think about the remaining ten men, who were probably piles of dust now.
"Well, whatever. We'll find a new home." Gary didn't seem to concerned, apparently he didn't understand the circumstances.
"You don't seem to get it, this is Elizabeth we're talking about here! I was going to, well." Greg cut himself off, no sense in worrying about her now. There was bound to be more fish in the wasteland. "I guess you're right. Any idea where this train is supposed to stop?"
"San Francisco." As if he couldn't say it anymore calmly.
"And just where the hell is that?" Gary was thinking it was probably some crap hole town that didn't exist anymore.
Gary seemed to be giving Greg the silent treatment, at least until Greg noticed what he was staring at. A large dust plume seemed to be following their tracks. The rail was covered by centuries of dust, yet it didn't matter because the magnetism was so strong. Yet as the train went along the rail, it was pushing the dirt up uncovering it.
It became understandable how somebody could be following them, yet this quickly? It must be some kind of vehicle? The train's pace was gradually slowing down, and the vehicle was decreasing the distance. It was definitely nuclear powered.
"It could be an enemy?" Greg said as he lowered his railgun in the general direction and flipped up the scope.
Suddenly, the technology of the weapon became evident as he was looking straight at the pours in her skin. Wait, her skin? Greg definitely didn't want to shoot at her now. Whiiiiir, the railgun started up again.
"Oh crap, not again!" Greg shouted as the large shoulder fired cannon recoiled into him spinning him at least four times as the round screamed out of the barrel. From the ground, Greg looked up at that fiendish grinning ghoul. "You really need to teach me how to work this thing."
Greg removed the magazine, and picked the rifle back up and looked through the scope again. Did he kill her? Where was she? He could see where the round had impacted, leaving a massive crater, but she was gone. Had she been disintegrated by it?
Suddenly, he realized she was far closer than he had thought before. She had managed to evade the blast from the railgun, and threw her motorbike into overdrive and covered even more distance. She was now within half a mile of their train.
"Well, looks like we have company." Gary said as he shifted his MP5SK to his side. "Maybe we shouldn't shoot at her this time, eh Greg?"
"A more diplomatic approach does sound reasonable. Besides, I think we're going to be stopping soon."
"Well, we're almost to San Francisco now anyway." Gary said as they seemed to be in a more suburban area now.
Suddenly the train fell to the ground and started screeching across pavement and sidewalk before smashing into a light pole. The occupants were hurled around, well except for Wesley who was still strapped in.
The motorbike came to a halt, about five feet from the wrecked train. Greg got a glimpse of her from where he was. She was wearing leather biker pants with metal plates woven over the hips. Several were ripped off (probably from when Greg shot at her). She wore a tight leather vest, which also had metal plates, constricting over a red sweater. A black armband was secured around her left arm over metal plates hanging down from a large metal shoulder guard.
Great, black arm band raider. "I suggest you come out quietly, I have a bone to pick with you."
She was probably armed, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to shoot at you, the gun just went off."
"It just went off did it? How about my whole damned city! You guys are probably the ones that blew it up! My whole family is dead now!" She seemed to be fighting back tears.
Screw her family, Greg thought, is she hot? "I can assure you, we didn't blow the city up. We were just trying to get out of there, same as you."
As Greg finally got out of the wreckage, he could see her face. Well, a gas mask covering it. Black curly hair came out from under her old military helmet, which had lost any camouflage it once had and was only an olive drab in color now.
"And how did you know it was going to blow up?" She screamed at him, as the other two were obviously unconscious.
"I didn't, we got lucky and found this train, then it just shot us out of there. How did you know it was going to blow up?" Greg tried to turn it against her now.
"Well, I didn't. I was out collecting water when your train flew past. I became curious and decided to follow. Suddenly the city exploded behind me." She seemed to be crying now, having come to believe these men she had pursued weren't responsible for her loss (even though at least one of them was).
Greg was finally on his feet, was dusting himself off as he decided to think of the approach to take. He was definitely good at talking, especially lying. "I can understand how you feel now. To lose everybody you care about. I lost my friends and family at a young age too. Damn mutants." Greg acted as if fighting back fake tears when frankly he didn't care.
The girl seemed to regain her composure, "Well you still shot at me, and for that you owe me. You're now going to make sure I find a new home."
Fair enough. A new home huh? Like my kitchen. If only Greg had the balls to say that aloud. "Fine, you can come with us."
"Yeah, sure, don't consult with me at all." Gary had finally regained consciousness and had climbed out of the twisted steel. "You sure are an audacious one. What makes you think you can travel with us? Hell, we might split up here entirely. I sure as hell have nowhere to go."
"You're such a grumpy ghoul!" Wesley had apparently woken up too. "It's not like we have much choice, we're stranded here now and have to come up with some kind of plan."
Greg's knuckles collided with the top of Wesley's head. "Is that how you speak to your elders? How about a little bit of tact, or finesse. Talking like that gets you nowhere."
"Yessir." Wesley made a motion as if sliding a zipper over his lips, thus sealing them.
"So what do you suppose we do, as a group then?" Gary didn't actually care, he just started walking off.
"Grrrrr, did you all forget about me?" The raider girl seemed really aggravated and worked the action on her old AK 47. Which definitely seemed to be a reliable piece of weaponry. It looked like it had never had maintenance and the action still worked.
Greg decided to try to take a leader's approach at this point. "Okay, let's all relax a bit. We're all stuck here. None of us know where we are, or where we're going." A brief pause, "So let's all just stick together for a bit. We can pick a direction, and walk in it."
"I'm with you master!" How could Wesley have so much energy, at least he didn't spill the beans about Greg blowing up the city. "I mean, you can blow up entire cities, you're so cool!" Or not.
"Blow up cities? So you were responsible." The raider switched her aim onto Greg now. Even though Greg couldn't see under her mask, he knew her teeth were snarling.
"Fine, I blew it up. You think I wanted to? You think I tried to? Hell, if you think killing me will bring your city back, then do it. Hell, if you think killing me will bring your family back, then do it." Greg's inner confidence beamed.
He could tell this girl didn't have what it would take to kill him. "Bang!" That bitch! "You shot me! In my leg! What the hell!" Greg collapsed from the pain, and probably from dehydration and a bit of blood loss.
Daybreak.
Greg finally awoke, in some kind of building. Cigarette smoke was blown into his face. "She said she wasn't going to kill you, but she also said to hell if she wasn't going to make you suffer." That ghoulish voice was definitely Gary. "You're lucky I had training in first aide in the boy scouts."
"Where the hell is she? I'm going to strangle her!" Greg tried to climb up, but was so famished and exhausted he couldn't find the strength.
"I'm right here. You were saying?" She must have seen how helpless Greg was right now. "Don't worry though, I don't plan on killing you. However, you are now deeply indebted to me."
Well, maybe Greg will just give her some time to cool down, then it's sandwich making for her. Well, probably not, this one was far too feisty for that style of life. Elizabeth on the other hand though, she was still perfect.
"Well, when I can move again, I say we go back to Ridgeton. Make a life for ourselves there." Gary sighed at Gregs remark.
"You do know we're several hundred miles from Ridgeton. Do you know what kind of voyage this will be?" Gary seemed to be sulking, and rather depressed.
"Well, why the hell not? Make a new home here and be lonely here by ourselves?" Greg finally climbed into a seated position. It seemed the bullet had only just grazed his leg.
Just then, Wesley came in with a large five gallon drum of water. "Well, I've got you some water Master. You must be thirsty!"
One could grow attached to this kid. He seemed decent and smart enough. Maybe Greg would take this kid seriously, and start actually teaching him. Wesley pulled out a small tin cup, and poured some water into it for Greg.
Greg took a few sips, and then spoke again. "So, are we traveling as a group, back to Ridgeton?"
"Well, screw it, I'm in." Gary chimed in, finally getting the point.
The angry raider girl chimed in, "Sure, why the hell not."
"Anywhere my master goes, I go." That was Wesley's vote.
"I, Kelvin, Z. will join you as well." A loud boisterous voice echoed through the building. Just who the hell was this.
And a large super mutant came down the stairs, hoisting a Vulcan cannon that looked as though he ripped it from some form of old military aircraft.
"Uh, who the hell are you?" Greg was in no position to demand information from a super mutant who could shoot over a hundred rounds a second.
"I just told you, Kelvin." The super mutant had the most ridiculous grin, "when do we leave?"
"Well, screw it, the more the merrier. We leave at dusk!"
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"Until we stop? Aren't there breaks on this thing?" Greg seemed baffled, and alarmed.
"Well, this was designed to get us as far away from dodge as possible." Gary seemed sullen, and sad his home was destroyed. "Hundreds of miles, I'd say."
"Hundreds! What about Elizabeth?!" Greg was angered now. He didn't even think about the remaining ten men, who were probably piles of dust now.
"Well, whatever. We'll find a new home." Gary didn't seem to concerned, apparently he didn't understand the circumstances.
"You don't seem to get it, this is Elizabeth we're talking about here! I was going to, well." Greg cut himself off, no sense in worrying about her now. There was bound to be more fish in the wasteland. "I guess you're right. Any idea where this train is supposed to stop?"
"San Francisco." As if he couldn't say it anymore calmly.
"And just where the hell is that?" Gary was thinking it was probably some crap hole town that didn't exist anymore.
Gary seemed to be giving Greg the silent treatment, at least until Greg noticed what he was staring at. A large dust plume seemed to be following their tracks. The rail was covered by centuries of dust, yet it didn't matter because the magnetism was so strong. Yet as the train went along the rail, it was pushing the dirt up uncovering it.
It became understandable how somebody could be following them, yet this quickly? It must be some kind of vehicle? The train's pace was gradually slowing down, and the vehicle was decreasing the distance. It was definitely nuclear powered.
"It could be an enemy?" Greg said as he lowered his railgun in the general direction and flipped up the scope.
Suddenly, the technology of the weapon became evident as he was looking straight at the pours in her skin. Wait, her skin? Greg definitely didn't want to shoot at her now. Whiiiiir, the railgun started up again.
"Oh crap, not again!" Greg shouted as the large shoulder fired cannon recoiled into him spinning him at least four times as the round screamed out of the barrel. From the ground, Greg looked up at that fiendish grinning ghoul. "You really need to teach me how to work this thing."
Greg removed the magazine, and picked the rifle back up and looked through the scope again. Did he kill her? Where was she? He could see where the round had impacted, leaving a massive crater, but she was gone. Had she been disintegrated by it?
Suddenly, he realized she was far closer than he had thought before. She had managed to evade the blast from the railgun, and threw her motorbike into overdrive and covered even more distance. She was now within half a mile of their train.
"Well, looks like we have company." Gary said as he shifted his MP5SK to his side. "Maybe we shouldn't shoot at her this time, eh Greg?"
"A more diplomatic approach does sound reasonable. Besides, I think we're going to be stopping soon."
"Well, we're almost to San Francisco now anyway." Gary said as they seemed to be in a more suburban area now.
Suddenly the train fell to the ground and started screeching across pavement and sidewalk before smashing into a light pole. The occupants were hurled around, well except for Wesley who was still strapped in.
The motorbike came to a halt, about five feet from the wrecked train. Greg got a glimpse of her from where he was. She was wearing leather biker pants with metal plates woven over the hips. Several were ripped off (probably from when Greg shot at her). She wore a tight leather vest, which also had metal plates, constricting over a red sweater. A black armband was secured around her left arm over metal plates hanging down from a large metal shoulder guard.
Great, black arm band raider. "I suggest you come out quietly, I have a bone to pick with you."
She was probably armed, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to shoot at you, the gun just went off."
"It just went off did it? How about my whole damned city! You guys are probably the ones that blew it up! My whole family is dead now!" She seemed to be fighting back tears.
Screw her family, Greg thought, is she hot? "I can assure you, we didn't blow the city up. We were just trying to get out of there, same as you."
As Greg finally got out of the wreckage, he could see her face. Well, a gas mask covering it. Black curly hair came out from under her old military helmet, which had lost any camouflage it once had and was only an olive drab in color now.
"And how did you know it was going to blow up?" She screamed at him, as the other two were obviously unconscious.
"I didn't, we got lucky and found this train, then it just shot us out of there. How did you know it was going to blow up?" Greg tried to turn it against her now.
"Well, I didn't. I was out collecting water when your train flew past. I became curious and decided to follow. Suddenly the city exploded behind me." She seemed to be crying now, having come to believe these men she had pursued weren't responsible for her loss (even though at least one of them was).
Greg was finally on his feet, was dusting himself off as he decided to think of the approach to take. He was definitely good at talking, especially lying. "I can understand how you feel now. To lose everybody you care about. I lost my friends and family at a young age too. Damn mutants." Greg acted as if fighting back fake tears when frankly he didn't care.
The girl seemed to regain her composure, "Well you still shot at me, and for that you owe me. You're now going to make sure I find a new home."
Fair enough. A new home huh? Like my kitchen. If only Greg had the balls to say that aloud. "Fine, you can come with us."
"Yeah, sure, don't consult with me at all." Gary had finally regained consciousness and had climbed out of the twisted steel. "You sure are an audacious one. What makes you think you can travel with us? Hell, we might split up here entirely. I sure as hell have nowhere to go."
"You're such a grumpy ghoul!" Wesley had apparently woken up too. "It's not like we have much choice, we're stranded here now and have to come up with some kind of plan."
Greg's knuckles collided with the top of Wesley's head. "Is that how you speak to your elders? How about a little bit of tact, or finesse. Talking like that gets you nowhere."
"Yessir." Wesley made a motion as if sliding a zipper over his lips, thus sealing them.
"So what do you suppose we do, as a group then?" Gary didn't actually care, he just started walking off.
"Grrrrr, did you all forget about me?" The raider girl seemed really aggravated and worked the action on her old AK 47. Which definitely seemed to be a reliable piece of weaponry. It looked like it had never had maintenance and the action still worked.
Greg decided to try to take a leader's approach at this point. "Okay, let's all relax a bit. We're all stuck here. None of us know where we are, or where we're going." A brief pause, "So let's all just stick together for a bit. We can pick a direction, and walk in it."
"I'm with you master!" How could Wesley have so much energy, at least he didn't spill the beans about Greg blowing up the city. "I mean, you can blow up entire cities, you're so cool!" Or not.
"Blow up cities? So you were responsible." The raider switched her aim onto Greg now. Even though Greg couldn't see under her mask, he knew her teeth were snarling.
"Fine, I blew it up. You think I wanted to? You think I tried to? Hell, if you think killing me will bring your city back, then do it. Hell, if you think killing me will bring your family back, then do it." Greg's inner confidence beamed.
He could tell this girl didn't have what it would take to kill him. "Bang!" That bitch! "You shot me! In my leg! What the hell!" Greg collapsed from the pain, and probably from dehydration and a bit of blood loss.
Daybreak.
Greg finally awoke, in some kind of building. Cigarette smoke was blown into his face. "She said she wasn't going to kill you, but she also said to hell if she wasn't going to make you suffer." That ghoulish voice was definitely Gary. "You're lucky I had training in first aide in the boy scouts."
"Where the hell is she? I'm going to strangle her!" Greg tried to climb up, but was so famished and exhausted he couldn't find the strength.
"I'm right here. You were saying?" She must have seen how helpless Greg was right now. "Don't worry though, I don't plan on killing you. However, you are now deeply indebted to me."
Well, maybe Greg will just give her some time to cool down, then it's sandwich making for her. Well, probably not, this one was far too feisty for that style of life. Elizabeth on the other hand though, she was still perfect.
"Well, when I can move again, I say we go back to Ridgeton. Make a life for ourselves there." Gary sighed at Gregs remark.
"You do know we're several hundred miles from Ridgeton. Do you know what kind of voyage this will be?" Gary seemed to be sulking, and rather depressed.
"Well, why the hell not? Make a new home here and be lonely here by ourselves?" Greg finally climbed into a seated position. It seemed the bullet had only just grazed his leg.
Just then, Wesley came in with a large five gallon drum of water. "Well, I've got you some water Master. You must be thirsty!"
One could grow attached to this kid. He seemed decent and smart enough. Maybe Greg would take this kid seriously, and start actually teaching him. Wesley pulled out a small tin cup, and poured some water into it for Greg.
Greg took a few sips, and then spoke again. "So, are we traveling as a group, back to Ridgeton?"
"Well, screw it, I'm in." Gary chimed in, finally getting the point.
The angry raider girl chimed in, "Sure, why the hell not."
"Anywhere my master goes, I go." That was Wesley's vote.
"I, Kelvin, Z. will join you as well." A loud boisterous voice echoed through the building. Just who the hell was this.
And a large super mutant came down the stairs, hoisting a Vulcan cannon that looked as though he ripped it from some form of old military aircraft.
"Uh, who the hell are you?" Greg was in no position to demand information from a super mutant who could shoot over a hundred rounds a second.
"I just told you, Kelvin." The super mutant had the most ridiculous grin, "when do we leave?"
"Well, screw it, the more the merrier. We leave at dusk!"
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