Reverence
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After having actual vehicles, traveling on foot sure did suck. What should have been an hour trip turned into four hours and daybreak as New Reno loomed on the horizon. The worst part was, Greg had no idea when that mad priest would show up again. He knew that couldn't have been the last of him.
Greg couldn't help but notice now, that he was a part of a group. A few weeks ago, he had been living in an old building in some old city, surrounded by raiders, ghouls, mutants and slavers. Now, he was traveling with a ghoul, a raider, and a super mutant. They had even been through quite a lot together.
As they reached the outskirts of New Reno, a begrudging feeling overwhelmed Greg as he noticed a large cathedral like structure. He couldn't help but notice a large neon sign shaped like an atomic bomb with the word "Atom" flickering under it. Upon looking at other faces, the others had noticed it too.
"We should, get away from here, and quickly." The raider spoke for everybody, and they complied.
As they hastily moved away from the eerie cathedral, the real city quickly enveloped their group. The city was bustling with gambling, chems, weapons, and prostitution. Gary was already fumbling his wallet at the thought of prostitution. He caressed it like a wounded puppy, with a glimmer in his eyes.
"We don't have time for sightseeing. Let's get what we need, and meet back here in an hour. I'll procure supplies, and weapons." Greg barked, and the group had split up.
Meanwhile, in a brothel.
"What do you mean, you don't serve ghouls here?" Gary began pointing and counting the ghoulish women in the facility. "Eight, you have eight!"
The man behind the counter smiled like a derelict, "Those are for our human patrons who have strange tastes."
Greg beat his fist on the counter, obviously making a scene that caught the attention of the security. "I'm as human as the next ghoul, and I demand a ghoul!"
"Excuse me, ghoul, but you're going to have to leave." One of the security spoke looming over Gary's shoulder.
"I demand service, and now." Gary's eyes narrowed as anger filled his gut, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as his teeth ground into one another.
The man behind the counter just shook his head.
A hand was placed on Gary's shoulder, "Let's leave quietly now."
A bad idea. Gary responded, and violently. He grabbed the hand pulling it over his shoulder isolating his arm. The ghoul turned into the man causing his hand to twist as well, in ways it shouldn't and instantly bringing the man to his knees. A palm then struck the man in the nose, rupturing it and bringing blood oozing out and leaving a man squealing on pain on the floor.
"You know what, keep your services, I'm leaving." Greg dismissed the other security as he walked out and back into the streets.
"Oh, there you are, Gary." Gregs voice could be heard through the quiet murmur of onlookers. "Once again, we're waiting on you."
The group met back up where they started. It seemed like everybody enjoyed a little bit of relaxation, but were all ready to move again. Their stay in New Reno was short and somewhat uneventful.
They left new Reno and headed North. It would be mostly hilly and mountainous terrain and so they would continue to travel by foot. At this pace it would probably take them a week to reach vault city.
By the end of the first day, they were setting up camp on a small cliff overlooking a canyon. The mountains were treacherous, and the wind would bite into bone if given the chance. On this cliff though, they had a ridge shielding them from the harsh winds and a fire to keep them warm.
They began rummaging through their equipment and examining their new weapons. Gary admired his Fabrique Nationale P90, a fully automatic rifle that chambered the 5.7x28mm subsonic munition, with a full flash and sound suppressor.
Greg had acquired a new long range rifle a .338 Lapua Magnum, and was custom made by a gunsmith before the war. Every piece of the action was a titanium aluminum alloy and very well chromed making the rifle extremely durable. Rather than a wooden stock, it was retrofitted with a custom plastic polymer making it harder than steel and nearly impervious to corrosion.
Greg had gotten the raider a Gauss Rifle. She hardly understand the concept of electromagnetic, let alone how to operate a coil rifle. And so Greg was showing her how to operate and maintain the extraordinary piece of modern engineering.
"This is how you clear any obstructions from the action." Greg went on.
The raider nodded, and finally took the rifle from Greg. "Like this?" She proceeded to fire the rifle over the edge of the cliff, and seemingly handled it with ease.
"Exactry!" Greg exclaimed.
For the first time ever, at least in front of Greg, the raider removed her mask. She took in a deep breath of fresh air. Greg instantly started blushing. The amount of beauty concealed behind that mask was breathtaking.
"By the way, I'm sorry about shooting you before. You're definitely a different person than I expected. And, my name is Peg." Her smile was enough to make Greg's knees begin to buckle.
"Have my baby, Peg." Greg couldn't contain himself.
Peg then proceeded to kick Greg in the shin, and without holding back either. "You're such a pig!"
Greg's buckling knees finally gave way with the addition of pain. He collapsed, and yet he was quite happy at this point. He had practically forgotten who Elizabeth was.
Meanwhile, in Shady Sands.
An old military Humvee's engine died down. A single woman exited as the guards approached her.
"Greetings mam." The first guard addressed her. "You're new to Shady Sands then? if you're here to apply for residency, you'll have to apply tomorrow when the offices are open. If you're here just visiting ..."
"I'm looking for a man, named Greg." her voyage had changed her. She interrupted the man and didn't even care.
"Well, I'm assuming you're talking about a certain man who came through here several days ago. The guy made enemies with the Brotherhood of Steel, and ..."
"I don't care, where was he headed?" She interrupted him again.
"North. Entry to Shady Sands denied. Have a nice day." The man just thought this woman couldn't get any bitchier. Here he was trying to be nice about everything, and this woman was cold as ice.
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Greg couldn't help but notice now, that he was a part of a group. A few weeks ago, he had been living in an old building in some old city, surrounded by raiders, ghouls, mutants and slavers. Now, he was traveling with a ghoul, a raider, and a super mutant. They had even been through quite a lot together.
As they reached the outskirts of New Reno, a begrudging feeling overwhelmed Greg as he noticed a large cathedral like structure. He couldn't help but notice a large neon sign shaped like an atomic bomb with the word "Atom" flickering under it. Upon looking at other faces, the others had noticed it too.
"We should, get away from here, and quickly." The raider spoke for everybody, and they complied.
As they hastily moved away from the eerie cathedral, the real city quickly enveloped their group. The city was bustling with gambling, chems, weapons, and prostitution. Gary was already fumbling his wallet at the thought of prostitution. He caressed it like a wounded puppy, with a glimmer in his eyes.
"We don't have time for sightseeing. Let's get what we need, and meet back here in an hour. I'll procure supplies, and weapons." Greg barked, and the group had split up.
Meanwhile, in a brothel.
"What do you mean, you don't serve ghouls here?" Gary began pointing and counting the ghoulish women in the facility. "Eight, you have eight!"
The man behind the counter smiled like a derelict, "Those are for our human patrons who have strange tastes."
Greg beat his fist on the counter, obviously making a scene that caught the attention of the security. "I'm as human as the next ghoul, and I demand a ghoul!"
"Excuse me, ghoul, but you're going to have to leave." One of the security spoke looming over Gary's shoulder.
"I demand service, and now." Gary's eyes narrowed as anger filled his gut, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as his teeth ground into one another.
The man behind the counter just shook his head.
A hand was placed on Gary's shoulder, "Let's leave quietly now."
A bad idea. Gary responded, and violently. He grabbed the hand pulling it over his shoulder isolating his arm. The ghoul turned into the man causing his hand to twist as well, in ways it shouldn't and instantly bringing the man to his knees. A palm then struck the man in the nose, rupturing it and bringing blood oozing out and leaving a man squealing on pain on the floor.
"You know what, keep your services, I'm leaving." Greg dismissed the other security as he walked out and back into the streets.
"Oh, there you are, Gary." Gregs voice could be heard through the quiet murmur of onlookers. "Once again, we're waiting on you."
The group met back up where they started. It seemed like everybody enjoyed a little bit of relaxation, but were all ready to move again. Their stay in New Reno was short and somewhat uneventful.
They left new Reno and headed North. It would be mostly hilly and mountainous terrain and so they would continue to travel by foot. At this pace it would probably take them a week to reach vault city.
By the end of the first day, they were setting up camp on a small cliff overlooking a canyon. The mountains were treacherous, and the wind would bite into bone if given the chance. On this cliff though, they had a ridge shielding them from the harsh winds and a fire to keep them warm.
They began rummaging through their equipment and examining their new weapons. Gary admired his Fabrique Nationale P90, a fully automatic rifle that chambered the 5.7x28mm subsonic munition, with a full flash and sound suppressor.
Greg had acquired a new long range rifle a .338 Lapua Magnum, and was custom made by a gunsmith before the war. Every piece of the action was a titanium aluminum alloy and very well chromed making the rifle extremely durable. Rather than a wooden stock, it was retrofitted with a custom plastic polymer making it harder than steel and nearly impervious to corrosion.
Greg had gotten the raider a Gauss Rifle. She hardly understand the concept of electromagnetic, let alone how to operate a coil rifle. And so Greg was showing her how to operate and maintain the extraordinary piece of modern engineering.
"This is how you clear any obstructions from the action." Greg went on.
The raider nodded, and finally took the rifle from Greg. "Like this?" She proceeded to fire the rifle over the edge of the cliff, and seemingly handled it with ease.
"Exactry!" Greg exclaimed.
For the first time ever, at least in front of Greg, the raider removed her mask. She took in a deep breath of fresh air. Greg instantly started blushing. The amount of beauty concealed behind that mask was breathtaking.
"By the way, I'm sorry about shooting you before. You're definitely a different person than I expected. And, my name is Peg." Her smile was enough to make Greg's knees begin to buckle.
"Have my baby, Peg." Greg couldn't contain himself.
Peg then proceeded to kick Greg in the shin, and without holding back either. "You're such a pig!"
Greg's buckling knees finally gave way with the addition of pain. He collapsed, and yet he was quite happy at this point. He had practically forgotten who Elizabeth was.
Meanwhile, in Shady Sands.
An old military Humvee's engine died down. A single woman exited as the guards approached her.
"Greetings mam." The first guard addressed her. "You're new to Shady Sands then? if you're here to apply for residency, you'll have to apply tomorrow when the offices are open. If you're here just visiting ..."
"I'm looking for a man, named Greg." her voyage had changed her. She interrupted the man and didn't even care.
"Well, I'm assuming you're talking about a certain man who came through here several days ago. The guy made enemies with the Brotherhood of Steel, and ..."
"I don't care, where was he headed?" She interrupted him again.
"North. Entry to Shady Sands denied. Have a nice day." The man just thought this woman couldn't get any bitchier. Here he was trying to be nice about everything, and this woman was cold as ice.
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