Prologue

"Damn! This one won't stop moving!"

"Give it a few good kicks, it'll calm down."

His body was frozen, his eyes were closed. All he felt was a constant, rhythmic swinging. He could feel a pair of hands holding his, and another holding his feet. His naked body was rubbing against what felt like a large flour sack. "What're we gonna do with this guy? We just cleaned him out, not like we're gonna be able to take him home and keep him as a pet."

"Throw him in the Potomac, he's just another dumb Wastlelander..."

"Hey, Mister, get up!"

He felt a small foot jab into his side. He gasped for breath, coughing out irradiated water he had inhaled. His body was completely numb, and his vision was blurred. "Hey! I said get up, you lazy [censored]!"

"What?" He said slowly. He put his hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun. "Wh- Who am I?" He looked down to see a small boy, not older than 11, staring back up at him, giggling.

"Hehe, you're Naked, that's what you are!" the boy shouted. He gave Naked a sharp kick in the groin, driving him to the ground.

"What?" Naked looked down, realizing that he was, indeed, naked. He looked around for something to cover himself up, but the only thing in sight was a boat.

"Say, what's your name anyways?"

"Uh..." Naked thought. Truly, he did not remember his name. He remembered nothing but being thrown around like a ragdoll.

"Elijah!" The boy shouted. "That's your name!"

"How do you know?"

"Well, I don't. That was my daddy's name, but he died..." the boy looked down, a tear forming in his eye.

"Hey, hey. It's ok. Listen, I'll stick with you if you can help me find some clothes," Elijah said.

"Oh, that will be easy! I live in that boat over there! My name's Joseph, by the way." The two set off towards the boat in silence. As they grew nearer, Elijah could see that the ship wreckage had been transformed into a small, one person shelter. In one corner, there were a few vibrant red pillows. On the opposite side, there was a small refrigerator and a dresser. "Just look in there for something you like, I'll wait over here!" Elijah rummaged through the dresser, looking for something that might have been able to fit him. As it seemed, everything had been cut or torn to fit a child. Finally, at the bottom, he found a pair of leather pants and a jacket. He changed into them, noticing that there were multiple bottles of vodka and cigarettes laying on top of the refigerator beside him. "All finished?"

"Err, yeah. Thanks," Elijah said.

"Alright then, we better get going! Grab everything you can hold, and a gun. The Raiders will be coming in about an hour!"

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