Got a bit bored, so I started writing a bit. Lemme know if you like it (or not) and if I should continue writing (or not).

With a hiss and a click the door behind you shuts.
You've really done it. It's not like you had a lot of choices, but still. You're 18 years old and up until this very moment you spend each and every moment of those 18 years inside the Vault, securely hidden from outside world.
With a sigh you turn away from the door, knowing there's no going back now. You don't know what exactly the overseer would do with you, but if it's anything like the things you imagine you're far better off venturing out into the hostile wasteland.
'Why did Dad have to run off?' you silently ask yourself not for the first time.
While the Vault was always brightly lit the cavern you find yourself in now is gloomy and full of shadows. You hear a soft rustling noise and think you've seen some movement from the shadows. Fear boils in your stomach all of a sudden and you grip the rifle so hard that your knuckles turn white.
You curse your father for leaving you behind, the overseer for being the S.O.B. that he is and the world in general for not giving you a break. Taking a deep breath you make your first cautious steps away from Vault 101.
For a microsecond you wonder where life will lead you, but then you push the thought out of your mind.
You're not in Kansas anymore. You need to start looking out for yourself and you just feel that there's something in the gloom and shadows watching you. No time for daydreaming now.

Suddenly the screen of your Pipboy3000 springs to life, casting an eerie green glow into the cavern. Your heart feels like it's jumping up your throat and unbidden memories of ghost-stories race through you mind and only with effort you succeed in suppressing them.
'Fool' you chide yourself.
The desire to glance at the Pipboy to see what brought it to life is overwhelming, but you force yourself to survey the now shadowless cavern. What you see doesn't really make you feel any better. Skeletons, and plenty of them. Some have even some rags left on them.
'Welcome to the wasteland' you mutter to yourself. 'Yay me.'
Out of the corner of your eye you glance movement and snap around, shooting at whatever it is.
With a screech the rat dies and you reload the gun.
You relax a bit. 'Just rats' you chuckle to yourself until you notice more movement. The cavern opens into a tunnel and from there you here the rustle and scratching of many small, clawed feet coming your way.
'This is really not my day' you think to yourself before sinking to your knee and starting to take aim.
There's maybe 6 or 8 rats coming your way and for a moment you think you see a bigger darker shade in the shadows beyond. You shoot and reload, shoot and reload and after the third shot and second kill you rise and start backing up cautiously. Falling over some rock or rabble right now would be really bad.
The first of the remaining rats is upon you now, literally jumping the last meter. You bring the butt of your rifle up in a purely defensive movement, more reflex then anything else, and succeed in deflecting the living projectile. With a grisly crunch you hear its spine snap as it gets thrown against the nearby wall. Two more rats are at your feet, clawing and snapping at you and you do an impromptu dance kicking at them, avoiding them and trying to stomp them into bloody smears.
With relief you note that the last two rats run off down the tunnel, scared off by the death of their brethren. Just then one rat bites you, hard, and draws your first blood. You try to shake the darn thing of you leg, but the nasty little critter has clamped it's jaws and just won't let go.
'Stupid mother..' you grumble through clenched teeth with feeling.
The other rat remains still for a moment and noticing your chance you give it a murderous kick in the side, sending it off against the wall where it drops into a motionless heap. Gripping the rifle around the barrel you whack the one attached to your leg, breaking it's neck.
With a stupefied look you realize that it's still locked onto your leg. You lay down the rifle after a quick look around and pry it's jaws open. With disgust on your face you drop the carcass. Pulling up the leg of your pants you look at the wound. It's bleeding, but only a little. Thankfully it didn't hit any blood vessels.
You rub the wound a little, trying to reduce the stinging pain and take a first deeper look at the dead rats. They're ugly little bastards, only remotely resembling the rats you know from the vault. They're also at least twice their size.
Standing up slowly, favoring your uninjured leg and securely cradling your gun you look back one last time at the entrance to the vault before heading for the tunnel and a whole new world to explore...

[edit: fixed some mistakes and spelling. I really need to pick up proof reading any of these days. Maybe tomorrow... ]

That was awesome, nice writing. It's rare to find someone who can actually pull of a story in second person, but that's really cool. You should definitely continue.

As you slowly head for the tunnel, you try to make as little noise as possible. For some reason that just doesn't seem to work at all. In the movies you've seen and the games you've played it always appeared so easy and now all you can hear is how loud your breathing is and the scraping sounds of gravel against bare rock as your feet seem to find every possible opportunity to make as many and various sounds as possible.
Exasperated you give up. 'This is just not working for me.'
For all that it's worth - now that you're not sneaking any more you seem to make much less noise.
'Go figure.'
As you pass one of the skeletons your foot steps on something metallic, small pebbles of gravel bouncing off it twanging. You aim the screen of the Pipboy down to take a closer look. It's some kind of metal sheet attached to the remains of a wooden pole. You pick it up and turn it around and it is then that you notice some kind of writing on the other side. Brushing the grime and dust off with your hand you finally manage to read it: "Let us in!"
Just then your subconscious finally succeeds in pointing you at an obvious detail - and a quick glimpse around confirms it - most of these skeletons show sign of a violent dead. There's large holes in skulls, a torse nearly shedded to splinters, half a leg lying too far from the rest of the body.
Goosebumps race up you spine and you swallow hard. Very carefully you turn around, looking back at the entrance the vault. Besides the door are two large miniguns mounted from the ceiling.
'[i]Oh [censored], oh [censored], oh [censored]...[i]" you think, the same two words repeating endlessly in your mind as your panick and scramble to get up and away as fast as possible.
You remember reading a long time ago some hidden files about the door - everyone does so sooner or later when locked up in the Vault for all their life - and there was some note about automated security turrets and how they lock down in case the door opens for a few minutes. It seemed utterly unimportant at the time, what with the chance of you getting out being zero.
It has been a few minutes, with the rats and the you standing around like on a sunday picknick, and you just feel like you time is running out.
Your can feel you pulse beating in your jugular veins, hammering against you throat. Half cawling, running and falling you speed out of the cavern into the tunnel - the only thought on your mind now is escape.

Good stuff Blinzler :tops:

Wow man, you like writing stories too? Hey, man, if you don't mind, could I help out, like writing part of it or suggesting? You got some nice handy work there.

Thank you very entertaining.

Sure, feel free to chime in and write a bit. I'd be interested to see where you take it.

Ok, i will try this....If you don't like it, you can just say on your next post that this post isn't the real story....

You sprawl through the tunnel into a blinding light. "Aah, sunlight, how I missed it so." You bath in the sunlight for a moment, the turn of events slowy seeping into you. Why must I be out here? It isn't fair for me for my father's mistakes. You hear a sound to the right of you, coming from the bushes, a sound that strikes your soul like a hot knife through butter. Picking up your rifle, you approach it cautiously. Now that you are on the outside, you don't know what will happen to you, and you pray to dear God that it isn't an infected abomination. The snarling gets louder, and gaining confidence, for you are a man now you say to yourself, you point the gun at the bushes. "Any second now, it will jump out." The trembling of the bushes stop, and human curiousity overcomes you, and you point the gun down. Then, something jumps out of the dry bushes and collides with you, knocking you down, rifle sprawling away. With eye's closed, and limbs flailing, you know this is it. You want to push it off, you want to just run, you want to call for help, but your will is paralyzed. This is it, but it is too soon for me! you scream in your mind. "Too soon..." Nothing happens, and all you hear is a rasping breath with foul breath, the stench of decay and death. But, why isn't the monstrousitous thing attacking? You finally overcome your fear, and you slowly open your eyes. "I can't belive this..."

finish... i want to know what it is!!!!

Ooh Ooh can i try? This is an extension of Dragoon Warrior's story.

Suddenly you see the beast with the foul breath. "Now I know what the old-timers mean by 'dog breath'" you say aloud. The dog licks your face repeatedly, and you laugh as you try to get up. When you finally rise to your feet, you stare at the dog, and it stares back for what seems like hours. Somehow this dog seems less..."cute and cuddly" than the vault books described.

Suddenly, the realization comes to your mind-"I don't have any food" you say aloud. You search your surroundings for any sort of plants or animals to feed on-nothing. "SH**," you mutter under your breath. As your stomach begins to growl and ache from hunger, you realize what you have to do. "Sorry, boy" you say, "but I have to eat, and all I have is dog meat." The dog looks at you curiously with his head cocked to one side as you raise your rifle. As you click off the safety, the dog begins to growl. As you begin to squeeze the trigger the dog lunges at you, out of reflexes you hit the dirt as your rifle fires a round into the air. You twirl around, rifle in hand to face your attacker, only to see the dog standing over the giant scorpion he just killed. "SO STUPID!" you scream, you promise yourself that you won't let your guard down like that again. As you walk over to the dog, he stands on the giant insect triumphantly, his tail wagging furiously. "Well boy, it looks like we have some dinner after all" you tell your new friend as you pat him on the head.

After having your life saved by this mangy canine, you realize the meaning of another one of the old-timers' phrases, "Man's best friend, alright." Having had your fill of meat, you gather up your rifle and stare off into the distance. "You ready to go Dogmeat?" you ask your savior. With an affirmative bark, Dogmeat, as you just ironically dubbed him, trots along side your leg off into the desert. You just made your first friend in this wasteland, and you can only hope to meet more...

This is awesome guys. I might join in later, but I'm braindead right now, with no ideas other than this one: We seem to have some writers here, so I'm thinking we could start a Fallout RP.(That's Role-Play, for those who are uninformed.) In an RP, each person creates their own character(in this case, Fallout type ones) and they write their characters actions concerning the overall plot of the story, and the characters interact with each other. What do you guys think? One person could be the Vault 101-Dwelller, and others could be people he meets in the wasteland, or we could twist the story a bit and have some siblings or friends that leave the vault with him along with the wasteland occupants that they'll meet.

I'll try my hand at it.

You travel a little while with dogmeat and decide to call it a day. You find a relatively together room in a nearby building, complete with 3/4 of a roof. You place your rifle between you and the doorway just in case and drift off to dream land.

Inside your dream you see your father leaving the vault, looking scared and nervous. You don't know if his fear is of the outside world or the one he is leaving. He runs from the vault door putting on his eye protection, a bulge is very visable under his lab coat. You wonder what he has under there. Is that why he left?

You are awakened by the cold wet nose of your traveling companion. You also here a whimper. It isn't that he's wanting to play. Dogmeat seems nervous. You wipe the sleep from your eyes and pick up the rifle. Dogmeat stays close to your hip as you edge closer to the door. You smell a foul stench on the wind. And you thought the dog breath was bad. You are almost at the door, when you see a large shadow come into view.

This shadow seems larger than you would have expect based on the movies you watched. You kneel down just behind the doorway, rifle at the ready. The shadow continues to grow. You here the sounds of metal clanking together and large foot falls on the ground.

The supermutant comes into view. He carries a large weapon, but the shadow hides its exact form. He's looking the other way. You click off the safety. The hulking creature turns toward you. You shout, "Freeze. Don't make me hurt you." The supermutant smiles at you and starts to laugh. Dogmeat growls low in you ear, you feel his breath quicken. "You think you can hurt me. I've captured 25 humans for dipping just last month alone. Drop your pea shooter or I'll blow your hands off."

"Don't think so," you say as you take aim at the big monster. The mutant wheels around a mini gun and pulls the trigger. You pull the rifle's trigger and close your eyes expecting a hail of bullets about to come your way.

Oops. Stupid mutant forgot to turn off the safety. Your gun on the other hand fires and runs a projectile through the throat of the hostile creature. The mutant drops the mini-gun and grabs its throat. Dropping to its knees and spitting and coughing out blood. A look of complete surprise plastered to his face. You take aim again just in case, but there is no need. The mutant falls unconscious as it proceeds to bleed to death.

After about 10 minutes and you are sure it is dead you search the body. Congratulations - You are now the proud owner of a slightly used mini-gun, complete with about 150 rounds of ammo. Not enough to mow your way through the wasteland, but could be quite handy in a pinch.

You also find some jewelry. Rings, watches, and earrings that must be the spoils of his kidnappings. "I hope there aren't too many more creatures like him, but if his boast of 25 was accurate, there may be a whole lot."

"Come on Dogmeat, I want to get out of here."

As you tread your way throught the wasteland, you observe the scenry around you. The trees are bare, buildings are dusty, and a howl of the empty land fills your ears. You stared to feel hot tears in your eyes, and you push them back with little effort. The hot jewels fall make their way down your face. "Why did it have to be like this?" you whisper to yourself. You then find a nearby tree, covered in moss. You slowly make your way to sit down, for you have been traveling for hours. Leaning your rifle down against the tree, you start to pet Dogmeat, who has been conforting you for hours on end, sensing your troubles.

You then fall asleep, your limp body falling over while you enter the deep, endless, void....

"Do you have it?" you hear a gruff, but strange voice say from a black suited man with two men at his side. "Yeah, I have it, but I better expect some more payment for the trouble I went through! The captain almost shot me where I stood if Meranda hadn't come!" The voice, it sounds afraid, but conforting. You wonder in your dream who could it be. "Yeah, well, this fortune will make you rich, your boy of yours and you." the gruff voice remarked. "What do you need this for anyways?" "Just give it to me and I will show you." You then find yourself crying in your sleep. You hate that man. You hate that man with a passion. The familiar voice then takes the buldge out of his grey, tattered, overcoat and gives it to the gruff voiced man. "Thank you Jason, now, I will be taking my leave now." The gruff man in the suit started to walk away with his men. "Wai...wait! We had a deal! You give me money if I gave you the V.O.I.D. device!" The gruff man adruptly stopped. The silence between the two men was menacing, like the moment you stare into the cold eyes of your enemy. Your blood stops cold, you can feel what will happen next. The gruff man laughed. "Your right Jason, here." The gruff man throws him a box. "Open it, your money is inside." Jason then relaxed, and before opening the box, he asked, "What are you going to do with the V.O.I.D. anyways?" "Some things must be kept to ourselves." The gruff man took his leave, summoning his men to follow him. Jason then opened the box, and wonsered what was inside, for it was not money. Then fear struck his face, and a sense of horror before he hit the ground, the box fallingo ut of his hand. Inside that box was a mechinism that released two intoxicated pins that shot in his jugular vein.

You wake up with a start, your breath shaking and face red. Dogmeat wakes up with a start, notices your troubles, and starts to confort you with his saliva covered tounge. You then smile at the dog, pet it, then wipe the tears out of your eyes. You then curse the conforting voice man. "You are the dumbest man that walked on Earth dad...you caused this..."

You wonder what woke you, but quickly remember a dream. You never really remember your dreams, just bits and pieces. V.O.I.D., that's what it was and you know it's deadly important, but...A movement by you brings you out of your thoughts, as Dogmeat sniffs the ground, a few feet from where you sit with your rifle leaning against an almost destroyed wall. "What's the matter, Dogmeat?" you say, getting up and walking over to the dog. You place a hand on the dogs shoulder. His skin feels rough, like a stone weathered over time. This dog probably had a tough life, evidenced by the scars on its skin. Just then a shot echoes out, bringing both your heads up to the source, to the south. You can see pretty far that way, down a ruined street, revealing what looks like a fallen figure drenched in blood. More shots came, now clearly resolving into a firefight, though you can't quite see the participants. The wind blows your curly hair back, and you remember something. The smell is carried by the wind, that was how Dogmeat knew there was something. You can smell it too, like the smell from before, from the large green humanoid that attacked you. You curse your dads name again, as you start picking up your stuff so you can go around the commotion.

The sounds of the gunfight are starting to fade as you move across an area that may was a settlement long ago. You still wonder what was the fight about and more over, who were the participants. Were there people or justs beasts? "Just don't come this way", you say to your self.

Circkling around house ruins keeping an eye for anything of interest you suddenly hear a shout from nearby house. And if your ears don't fail you, it's a woman. "Shoot it! Shoot it!" seem to be the words shes spouting. And then a mans voice answers: "I can't! I can't its jam..." The sentece is cut and it turns into a high pitch screaming with no words. The kind of sound that makes your skin crawl because you know that an undescribable suffering is caused. And what makes it even worse to listen, is that it doesn't stop. But just as you're starting to cover your ears, the screming stops like it was cut with a knife and an eerie silence takes place.

Dogmeat looks to be on gurad for something. A silent growl comes from the dogs throat and it has an angry griamce on its face. "You know whats out there, don't you boy?" you whisper, but the dog doesn't answer. You start to slowly move towards the house. Very slowly. Until at the side of the house you hear a snapping sound and some strange hiss from inside. You press your ear to the wall to hear more, but theres only some wet squelch, wich disgusts you, so you pull your ear off the wall.

"There is nothing for you there", says a voice from behind and your heart almost jumps to your throat. You quickly tur, ready to shoot, but you succeed in controlling your triggerfinger.
"You almost got yourself cut in half" you say angrily to the woman.
She looks like shes in her mid 30's but has a life experience of a 60-year-old. She wears an old leatherjacket and jeans and as you scan her you notice that shes pointing a revolver at you.
"You couldn't hit me with that thing of yours before getting a bullet inside your talkbox tough guy." she says and points the gun at your head.
Strangely, Dogmeat has calmed down.

I don't get the part of "you wonder what woke you" I used that, for when his dad got shot, he woke up with a start, for he was scared, but, overall, nice stories everyone

Blinz... If they haven't already, I think Beth should hire you. I say keep on writing, it sounds good to me. What you have written so far, has a nice flow to it. I give you :thumbsup:

"Who are you you big-nosed brat?" you say. A woman, pointing a gun at you. This is unbeliveable, even for the monstrous moment in time like this, it is still dis-respectful for a woman to threaten a man. "If we were back at the vault, she would be severly punished for an act like this". The woman laughs, a menacing laugh. She must be desperate, I wonder how long she has been out here. "I am Meranda." You start. Meranda, she is that girl from your dreams who stoped the vault captain for shooting my father
"Oh, hehe, so you remember me?" she again laughed that sicking laugh. "What are you doing out here? You should be back in the Vault like a good little-house wife and clean up!"
"Oh, a little testy now are we? And, getting a little mad?" she tilts her head, prodding you to continue your barge of insults, and you know this. You want to fall into it, but you know she has the upper hand.
"I was sent out here for helping Jason." You cringe at that name, you still hate your father. You try to hide it, for you know she can use it against you, but the anger was so overwhelming that you break. "Don't mention that name in front of me you bottom-feeder!"
Dogmeat then growls at you, and you are so confused at that. Dogmeat seemed to be your only friend out here in the wastelands, but he growls at you. Something is stirring up, trouble it seems.
The woman licks her lips. I got him now she thinks.
"Oh, whats wrong little boy, you don't like that name." You don't respond, waiting for your prosicutor to continue on with her bombardment of insults of his father.
"I should have let the Captain shoot him down, that pesk. He brought this to us all, you know that right? He didn't even deserve to live." She stops for a moment, with a look of thinking on her face. But he knows she just wants you to react to it. "I laughed at the news when your father died. I actually started crying for laughing so hard." she then laughed, expect it was menacing this time. It was evil itself laughing right there. You wanted to fire right now, but she has you cornered, and you need to find out what is wrong with Dogmeat and why she has him pinned out here.
"What do you want of me? I have nothing!"
The woman stops laughing, an angry look on her face. All of a sudden, she smiles, and again starts to laugh.
"What is wrong of you? You are freakin insane!" The woman then stares at you, the hot, stabbing laughing gone.
"Why, I came out here for you. I want you gone. You will follow your father's footsteps and bring even more chaos to this world, but, that will never happen. I will be honored, I will be the heroine who "saved Earth from chaos" and I will be remembered for centuries to come." She laughed again. You hate that laugh now. "Well, I won't be the one staying here. Good bye Meranda" you say. You pull the trigger. Nothing happens. You start to hypervenalate, and you pull the trigger again. Meranda then bursts out laughing. "Trying to kill me are you? I knew that would happen, so I took your bullets while you were in your little dreamland, see?" She puts her hand in your leather jacket's pocket, fumbling around for them. She then takes them out, and unfolds her hand, the bronze bullets gleaming in the bright sun. She then puts them into her pocket.
"Well, before I shoot you, I must take care of something..."
She approaches you, and takes your rifle, and beats it against your leg, causing you to grunt in pain. "Hurts, doesn't it?" You scream in your mind why Dogmeat isn't helping, just watching you.
"Dogmeat...why....aren't you...helping me?" Meranada then whispers in your ear, "Dogmeat, thats a funny name for my dog." Meranda then beckons to Dogmeat. "Come here Sasha!"
Dogmeat then barks, and runs up to Meranda and starts to lick her.
"See this colar?" You look up, and too your amazment, there it was, a colar with a little black box on it. You know what it is, a tracking device. "So, this is how she found me" you think to yourself.
Meranda then loads her revolver. "Now it is time to take out the trash. Goodbye."
A mile away, crows were sitting in a tree. They are searching for food, which isn't too hard considering of the infections going around. The abominations are like walking food. All of a sudden, they hear a gunshot, and a scream. They fly away, scared by the possibility to become what they are searching for...
You fall down, your limp figure falling against the tree.
Meranda and Dogmeat walk away, but not before Dogmeat whimpers abit.
Ten minutes later, a shadowy figure approachs your limp figure. "We got another one..."

Just to let you guys know...he isn't dead...

"We got another one..." you hear as if through a thick wall. The blood is pounding in your ears, your throat is parched and your chest hurts like hell.
You fell some large hard hands grab and feel all over you and suddenly you a cough rattles your whole body.
"Guess this one's alive then, eh T.?" asks another voice.
You turn around slowly from your prone position, looking what fate has brought now to further punish you.
There's no sign of Meranda or the dog, only the feeling of 50 pounds pressing down on your chest as a reminder that she was real. Short breathed you glimpse down carefully, not sure whether you really want to see what's down there.
That's when you can't help but burst out laughing, laughing so hard that tears flow from your eyes in relief.
The rough hand - a normal mans hand gloved in some kind of metallic glove - comes at you again, shaking you and giving you a none to tender slap across the face.
"Hey, kid, what's the matter matter with you?" the first guy asks.
Out of the corner of your guy you see the other guy gesturing to the first and the meaning is all too clear - the kids gone cuckoo.
Still short of breath you laugh and laugh while you pull the metal water flask from your shirt pocket - the one that by some stroke of luck caught the bullet that was meant to end your life.
"Well lookie here, this kid must have some guardian angel" the guy next to you says. "Wish I had some."
Slowly getting yourself back under control you take a first closer look at your new friends.
Well, probably not friends. But the didn't kill me, either. you think.
"So, who're you then, kiddo" grumbles the man kneeling next to you, the one who shook you and gave you that stinging slap that still smarts.
"Johnny. Johnny Mnemonic."
"Nice try, smartas$, I've seen that holovid."
You give a halfhearted shrug which you instantly regret as the pain in your chest acts up and look at him earnestly: "Vincent D. Weller. My friends call me Vince."
You lean back on one arm while opening your suit a bit to take a closer look at your chest.
At the rate things are going I'm going to be bruised all over at the end of the week.
While rebuttoning your suit you take a cautious look around - no luck though, Meranda took the rifle with her.
Resigning to your current situation you get up, hurting all over and moaning like an old man.
The second man stands a little off, holding a large strange looking rifle and scanning the surrounding area with keen eyes.
"Vince, huh? Well, I suppose I'll eat that for the moment. My name is Zach. That's Rion over there. He's local."
You take this moment to look closer over both. They wear some kind of heavy metal armor, but by the ease of the way they move you figure it must be powered somehow. On their armor you see some sort of emblem - but most of it is covered in grime and dust. It's definitely a cog of some sort.
Zach himself is pretty old you think. His hair is showing advanced stages of graying and there are deep crows feet around his eyes. Rion seems younger, much younger in fact. Maybe 3 or 4 years older then you. While you were looking them up Zach was observing you and your reactions. Looking back at him you see a faint smile in the corners of his mouth.
"Figure you'd trust us, kid?" he asks you as he hands you your lifesaving water flask back. "If I was you, I'd keep that one. Might not hold water very well, but it sure holds bullets" he tells you and then bursts out laughing.
It's a good laugh, in a throaty and deep voice and most of all it's heartfelt.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think I do" you tell him.
"Good."
He turns around and picks something up. It looks like an oversized hammer at first glance. On second look you're under the impression some techno-whizkid got a bit overzealous and pimped it out bad. There's all kinds of strange looking gizmos and tubes and things you can't quite identify on it.
Zach notices you looking and a look of fatherly pride steals across his face.
"Super Sledge, a Mark III. Got it from my father and he got it from his daddy who made it himself. Back in the west."
You see there's a lot of chips and nicks on the hammerhead even though the material itself looks incredibly tough.
"Seen his fair share of action, this one. Crushed a good few of those bloody muties myself with it. The good ones, not those ugly mothers here. Still can't get used to their ugly faces..."
His last words trail off until he falls silent, a concentrated look on his face while staring at nothing in particular.
Then, as if nothing happened he turns his eyes on you again and adresses you: "Now be a good boy and go over there to Rion for a moment. I'll be right with you..."
Nodding as if to emphasize his words he puts a hand on your shoulder and pushes you ever so lightly towards his friend. You do as told, not seeing any reason not to follow his words.
While walking the few steps you catch the first few words he's saying: "Roger. Listen Sarah, we got ourselfs something here. Some kiddo - fresh from a Vault by the looks of him..."
You turn around, trying to see who he's talking to, but there is no-one. Then you notice him holding some kind of walkie-talkie to the side of his face opposite you.
A hand grabs you on the shoulder from behind and you nearly jump.
Damn. you chide yourself. I really need to start paying attention.
Rion stands behind you, grinning and indicating with a nod of his head for you to follow him.
You very much want to hear more of the conversation between Zach and whoever is on the other end of the line - but you've got plenty of enemies already in the wasteland and these two are friendly right now. Better not to piss them off.

The next few minutes pass swiftly enough, with Rion being close to your age you find it easy to relate to each other and talk about everything in nothing in particular. You ask a bit about the area you're in and succeed in learning some of the surrounding towns names and rough direction on how to find them.

"Gear up boys. We're going home" comes the shout from Zach.
"Finally. Bloody patrols get longer each week" grumbles Rion as he grabs his laser rifle and moves toward Zach with you in tow.
"Rion, you take point. We're moving back to the meeting point where we split up. And don't shoot anything this time. We're recon only."
"And you kid, listen up. This" and he indicates pretty much the whole area around you "is mutie land. ever seen one of those fraggers? Big, green, usually a bit on the slow side and tough as nails?"
You nod, remembering your first and only meeting with one of the creatures. You're trying very hard not to let the knowledge that you're in the middle of their country stick too much to the foreground of your thoughts. It's probably not the best time to panic.
"Well, that's something. So I can count on you to shut up and play little mouse and not make all of us targets?"
You nod again.
"Very good." You receive a hard clap on your shoulder, adding to the increasing number of bruises. "We're going to meet up with the rest of the team and then we get back to the citadel. I guess you got a couple of questions and to be honest, so do we. But that has to wait until we're somewhere safe."
There's plenty of questions racing through your mind at this moment, foremost if *safe* applies to you as well and if it's really all that smart to head somewhere you don't know with a group of heavily armored and armed guys in powered armor - but frankly you've just been told you're in the middle of "kiss-my-as$-goodbye" country and things can't possibly get any worse.
Which they do, as usual.
"Behemoth" comes the scream from not too far away and you instantly hate that name. You're really getting annoyed real fast with the wasteland and just once, only once, you'd like to find something cute and cuddly coming at you instead of...
"Oh $%@# me" you think as you get the first look at the behemoth.
Up until this moment you were very secure in the knowledge that those super mutants were the ugliest damn critters walking around on this earth, but this thing really puts everything else into perspective.
You stand there, dumbfounded, you mouth gaping wide open and your eyes feel like they're going to pop out any second now.
But while a small part of yourself is able to see all this and screams at you to get the &#$@ out of the way and hide under some rock, most of you is completely frozen. It's almost like a trance as you watch this ungodly creation.
At first you only see some huge and fleshy on the corner of some building, high up between the second and third level. Your mind is puzzling over what it is until realization hit's you like a fist in the face.
"A Hand. Holy sh#$, that's hand. No fraggin way thats a hand. A hand! Holy sh#$!"
Then an even more horrifying sight appears. A face to go with a hand of that size. At least you think it's a face. It's really hard to make out amongst all those muscles and with the half melted looking features and all.
It is then that someone runs into you and you snap back into reality, loosing focus away from the creature alone and finally the little part of yourself that screamed itself half raw is heard.
You turn around, running like never before in your life, in no direction other then away from the behemoth. Anywhere, anything, anyplace has to be better then here right now.
You catch sigh of more movement and see Zach heading for the ruin of a building not too far out of the way your running. Figuring it's better to have someone with weapons on your sight and better yet - between you and the creature - you run towards him.
Behind you you hear an enormous roar that goes straight through your bones and stomach with it's deep voice. It's only 20 more meters to the ruins when you hear the giants footsteps - when you feel them, too. Panic rolls over you as you see how gravel jumps ever so slightly with each of the giant footsteps you hear and each one seems closer and closer to you.
Your chest hurts, feels like it's bursting any moment now and your breath burns in you lungs when you finally race through the entrance of the doorway and skid to a halt, hitting the wall opposite the door with feeling.
Pushing yourself back you see Rion in a window, shooting - shooting at the damn thing and Zach whacking his super sledge into the wall to create another exit. With a mighty crash you think he's finally succeeded but then you look and see that you're wrong.
You lower your head, closing your eyes and wishing you were home while taking a deep breath. Then from somewhere deep deep inside you find the courage to turn around and look behind you.
Just then the behemoth hits again. In his fist he hold a mace of sorts and tries to gain better access by battering the entrance wall into dust and pebbles. Already there's a huge gash from window to door and as the mace rips the second time through the whole you suddenly realize why it seemed so familiar - it's a water hydrant, just like you've seen them in the holovids!
A hand grabs you from behind - you're not quite sure if you're supposed to get annoyed about being manhandled all the time of just plain grateful that there is someone that thinks you're worth the effort - and then you're very unceremoniously hauled through the hole in the wall.
"Run, kid. And don't fall behind."
Not that you intend to.

The three of you race through the ruins of the city, sprinting in and out of buildings, trying to keep them between you and the creature. You thought you lost it once out of the building - for two whole minutes it busied itself trashing the place - but then it somehow found your track and you just can't shake it.
Maybe it smells us, you think, but you're too out of breath and wits to continue the thought for much more then that.
Zach and Rion seem barely out of breath, guiding and coaching you, keeping track of the behemoth. You can't quite shake the feeling that this flight isn't quite what it appears to be.
"Almost there, Vince. Only a few hundred meters more."
If you had the power or breath left you'd kick him for that.
You already feel like keeling over any minute, puking your guts out from exertion.
Looking forward you see a crossroad of sorts. It's hard to make out with all the rubble and ruins and wrecks all over the place.
For a second you think you've seen some movement in a particularly impressive ruin of what must have been once a hightower. Then again, in another window. Just a glimpse, gone before you brain could make out more then the movement itself.
Whatever is there, it's got to be better then what's behind. As if to emphasize your though you hear that gut-shaking roar again, spurning you on to renewed vigor and speed.
Zach in front you enter the building at full speed, finding yourself in a long low room. Taking your cue from your new best friend you follow him, up to some stairs. If you weren't so out of breath you'd probably complain bitterly now, but you just run up behind him. Until the third level when run turns into limp and soon crawl.
It is then that you notice Rion is not behind you.
You lay down, right there on the stairs and try to catch your breath, cool down a bit. Your whole body is shaking and your skin is literally glowing with heat while your suit clings to you wet from sweat. For the first minute or so your vision blurs in and out of focus and you feel like dryheaving a bit.
Just when you start to cool down a bit heavy footsteps come from somewhere up and a few seconds later you look eye to eye with some dirty metal boots.
"That was fun, huh?" Zach grins at you.
"..."
"Well, not that I want to intrude on your personal misery or anything but you might want to get a move on."
You lift your face, looking at him and see that he's earnest.
"...r... ri..." You take another deep breath. "...Rion?" you finally manage to whisper.
"He'll be okay. Tough one, that kid. Come on now."
He grabs you under the arm and lifts you to your feet easily, steadying you and together you move further up.
With your body slowing down you start noticing the sound of heavy gunfire now.
Ohhh crap. It's still out there.
A minute later you're in the sixth landing, almost on top of the ruins. There's other people in the same outfits like Zach and Rion here, wielding heavy miniguns and you even see one with a rocket-launcher.
One of them, completely suited up with helmet and some kind of automatic rifle in hand comes up to you and Zach.
"That him?" a metallic sounding voice blares from some hidden speaker.
"Yes, mam. Safe and sound, as you ordered. Bit out of breath, though."
"Good. Keep him that way."

"Uh...hello?" You say, still out of breath, and scared out of your mind. It's quite an adjustment from shooting rats to being chased by gigantic mutants. Then it hits you, he said ma'am, they let females into the military. None of this really bothers you now though. You're just trying to catch your breath. You look out the window, scanning for the behemoth.

This is awesome somebody do a proper rp, i'd join

No, actually I like this better. I don't think I've ever seen something like this. Sort of a joint writing project.

Edited because Blinzler went a different way

hey, I would contine to write for Blinzer, but, i don't really understand the lore of Fallout 3, and Blinzer will continue instead of me, but, if no one writes for a while, I will write for him.