Story about a wastelander with no name about the age of 17 who has no memory of anything due to some event, and finds himself alone in Post-Apocalyptic Western Canada, in the crumbling Rockies. He finds shelter with Seth, a mysterious boy of the same age, who names the wastelander Lesser. Seth is quite, well, insane, and has a past that is weirder than he is.

Untitled Survival Story - Canada (Told from both survivors' perspectives)

Chapter I: Introduction to a Psychopath's Life

The knuckles met flesh for a split-second, and delivered a devastating
blow. The sound could've been mistaken for the crackling of potato
chips, but all witnesses there knew better than that. My friend had
just shattered every single bone in the stall vendor's body with 4
titanium hard knuckles on his right hand. "We should go now", I
muttered.

He didn't hear, and proceeded to the register on the stall counter.
$426 was taken out, and several stall merchandise and goods were taken
also. No one besides he and I moved an inch. "That's the last time
we're allowed in there", I sighed.

"We'll see about that", he replied.

Suddenly, he stopped walking. In fact, he stopped breathing
altogether. "My locket-" he muttered.

The next thing I knew, that heartless killer was dashing back to the
market gates. The twin guards who refused entry were splattered all
over the ground, and same with the local law enforcement. I had no
choice but to follow him and witness yet another one of his senseless
brutal massacres. By the stall we caused havoc at earlier, a bearded
man was being held at fistpoint. "I want my locket," My friend demanded.

The bearded man knew the value of pure gold in a post-apocalyptic
world, and refused to give in to the psychotic man threatening him. My
friend slipped out a small nuclear weapon from his rear pocket. He
jammed it into the bearded man's face. "If you don't give me that
locket back, I swear this entire market is going to be a bigger mess
than Calgary."

The bearded man still refused, and I stepped out of the town. This was
going to be a loud pain. Four seconds later, a very skinny mushroom
cloud ascended from the marketplace in a mind-shattering explosion. My
friend came out of the crater unscathed, a golden 24 karat necklace in
his hand.

Seth's house resided in an abandoned town, which was abandoned thanks
to, guess who? Seth. The rest of the town's past residents were all
dead, Their bodies scattered around the area. In the kitchen, I cooked
up a bowl of noodles, while Seth ate a female toddler's head. I really
wish we had seperate fridges, but that wasn't going to happen
unfortunately. "Hey, what's so important about that necklace anyway?"
I inquired at the table.

"It was given to me by someone I held dear", was his reply.

I stared at him as he carved out the little girl's eyeballs and
stuffed his mouth with them. To make it even worse, the head was raw.
And yet, Seth was as calm as the sky. A man like him, who'd killed
(and sometimes had eaten) countless innocents really shouldn't be that
calm. It was almost terrifying. "So your mother, your father, your
brother? Who?" I asked.

"My lover", was his reply.

I was baffled at this, since I couldn't believe that someone like him
could ever have a lover. I wondered if she was the only person he'd
ever cared for. I also wondered what happened to her. Did he care
about me, the boy he'd decided to take under his wing? Or was I simply
a tool, an assistant? I needed to know. "Punch me," I spoke suddenly,
"Kill me."

At this random request he seemed a bit shocked at first, but then
regained total calmness and asked why I wished for this. "I don't want
to live in this rotting world anymore", I answered.

He nodded in acceptance of the request and readied his tremendously
deadly right arm. He hesitated the first time and missed. In the
second swing, a single teardrop trickled from the corner of his eye,
spilling out oppressed emotion. He really did care for me. I ducked to
narrowly dodge the rocket-fast punch, sending his fist colliding into
the wall. Seth removed his deadliest weapon from the punctured wall,
glanced back at me and said, "Reconsidering? Nice evasive move."

I nodded as a thank you and smiled. He didn't return the gesture, but
I knew he meant well. "I guess you're not all soulless and cruel after
all", I teased.

Seth pretended not to hear. He hated showing any form of emotion, and
went upstairs to rest. The half eaten toddler's head was still on the
plate, and apparently it was my turn to wash the dishes tonight. What
luck.

[censored] YOU!!!! http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1047652

?? Sheesh what's that about? X_O

This is great! Keep it up! :goodjob:

Its okay i fixed my title now. Now its a Zombie/Survival/Horror/Action/Adventure/Drama. I win.

Glad we could reach a compromise XD

Chapter II: The Exchange of Blood & Tears

Blurry vision was autonomatically corrected and my wall clock faded
into view. 9:26 AM. I inhaled a wisp of irradiated oxygen, but
something blocked the passage. Respiration ceased abruptly, and I
looked down to be greeted by a horrific sight. A fatal gaping wound
the size of a science textbook was where my stomach used to be. That
emotion-hiding, anti-social, coldblooded psycho had slit me open while
I'd slept as revenge for last night. A note was placed on my bedstand.
It read:

"You shed my tears, I shed your blood. First aid is on the bedstand.
Have a nice day."

I struggled to reach the kit, and stitched myself back together. I
realized that my bed was completely saturated with my own red fluids.
I passed out from the pain shortly after.

An aluminum door opening and shutting triggered my consciousness. Wall
clock now read 6:37 PM. As soon as I heard his voice, that eerily
calm, bold, and relatively charming voice, my senses came back to me.
Ignoring the pains of a healing wound, I leapt out of the bed,
snatched a knife, dashed downstairs, and pinned him against a wall.
"I'm gonna kill you, you lousy inhuman dirtbag!" I threatened.

Seth wasn't fazed. He stared at me with that eerily calm stare I hated
so much. "So I guess it's my turn to test your emotions then," He
wittily remarked, "Go on, slice my neck."

I of course had too much of a conscience to do what he had done so
many times before to others. I dropped the blade, and broke down in
front of him. "It's alright, Lesser, you'll be able to kill me without
guilt one day", He smugly encouraged, as if killing him would be a
huge accomplishment for me.

Wiping some drops of my blood from the
floor, I put the blade back into my desk and dropped back onto my bed.
The wound was still there, slightly open, like a teddy bear's wound.
The resemblance between a human and a child's toy was incredible. A
teddy's fate wasn't self-chosen, same with mine. A teddy's condition
was what it's owners made of him, same with mine. A teddy's wound
gaped open, spilling out insides, same with mine. A teddy's wound
needs mending, same with mine. While contemplating this, I passed out
once again.

This is F***ing creepy. I LOVE IT!!!! It reminds me of stephen king. Write more!

It's just a tad sloppy and the writing format's awkward to me. But other than that it's gripping. Keep up the good work.

Thanks for all the comments This is my first Fallout fan fic, so glad it's working out. The format is very weird, but this was typed out on my iPhone during my spare time, and I haven't had time to edit it to a computer screen format. Glad you all like it though!

Awesome! But what happened to my hometown Calgary~!

Chapter III: When Supplies are Low

(Seth)
The rogue was an amateur. And to make it worse, he was the most pathetic kind- The kind that was scared to die. He seemed to think himself tough, being armed with a rather large rapid firearm, while I had absolutely nothing but ragged clothes. But toughness isn't measured by the size of your weapon, it is measured by the limit of your durability. I scooped up a handful of rocks. By now, the rogue had thought of himself as ruler of the wasteland, and began to taunt me about my weapon of choice. Before he had enough time to say "rocks", one of them had punctured his throat via his bragging mouth. The rogue dropped without another word. Unfortunately the rest of his crew had escaped. "Better wake up Lesser", I muttered.?

(Lesser)
"Less!"
I slumped out of the comfy sheets. "Hmm?" I asked primitively, meaning to say, "What's up?"
"Bandits," Seth replied, "Ran off with my entire stash of provisions while we slept. I managed to get the last one, but it was too late. We have to scavenge and set up shelter somewhere else, or they'll strike again."

For once he seemed out of breath. "If they come back again can't you just kill them? Or are you only good at picking on helpless wastelanders?" I remarked.

"It's not that simple..."
He said this then paused, as if he was having a flashback of some weird reason why he couldn't stand up to a few armed bandits when he'd destroyed entire camps before.

"Well, let's head out", he gradually commanded after a whole 2 minutes of blank staring.?

I nodded and we ditched the place. Soon, travellers could recolonize the area. Then, at their peak of economic status, Seth would come back to reclaim his town and slaughter every last one of them. The thought made me chuckle, no matter how dark the scenario was. It was now 5:54 AM, and the skyline still very dark. ?

A shack we passed around noon while heading eastward triggered a lost memory. This was where I'd awoken, where all the forgotten crucial components of my past life lay hidden, under the wooden rubble. Skeletons lay about, and I felt sorry for them, as I'd probably known them before. "Seth, did you see what happened to this place before you found me?" I asked, curious.?

I thought of my self as an adopted child for a moment, asking his foster parents where his biological parents were. And just like an adopted child, I got absolutely no information from my parent figure. "It was like this when I got here, you were unconscious under that shack."

I sighed in disappointment. Would I ever know??

Very good. At this rate you may just end up with my vote for best new fanfic.

Posted chapter 3 twice can't keep track at the moment, will post chapter 4 immediately

Chapter IV: Neck-deep in Whiskey

Just past a ruined forest of conifers, laughing and talking could be heard. A natural hot spring sat in the center of a clearing, and was filled with as many as 27 wastelanders. That was a huge amount of people in one place if you lived in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. The water in which they bathed seemed unnatural, and not just because it was irradiated. The water was a yellow-orangey color. "Maybe they're swimming in their own filth", chuckled Seth, "Stay back here while I see what's going on", he ordered seriously.

A young man about the age of 30 held two twin females of around 18 in the tub with him. Everyone had one or two partners of the opposite gender with them. This sort of immature fun-loving irresponsible behaviour was unsuitable, especially after a nuclear apocalypse. They didn't seem dangerous, but you never know.?

"Yo dude, how's it goin'?" Seth greeted cheerfully.

I'd never seen him use that slang or happy tone of voice before, but it didn't suit him one bit. "Oh, pretty good, just hanging with my babes here," the 30 year old with the two females replied, "You new to Whiskey?"

Seth nodded. "Well all newcomers have to check in with the Warden. He lives in that hut just a bit north of here."

Seth was about to walk away when suddenly, another man, about 20 grabbed him by the jacket. Seth growled as a first warning. The man chuckled in mock. He was clearly intoxicated with alcohol. "Seth!" I shouted, "Don't hurt him, he's just a really annoying drunk!"

Seth realized that the hot spring they swam in was filled to the rim with boiling whiskey. "What is this sick place?" He muttered to himself.?

Seth let the man go after incapacitating him with a blow to the leg. The man fell into the tub of whiskey unconscious and was helped up by a blonde girl of about 18. Seth cringed when he saw her, for reasons unknown. "Let's get outta here..." he growled.

We followed a dirty trail going north. A rusty ol' mansion that looked like it was constructed out of tin foil stood on top of a crumbling hill. Everything was a dump these days, even the only mansion around. "I'm hungry," Seth growled during our hike up the hill, "When we're done this can I ran back to the hot spring so I can devour that insolent lowlife?"

"Seth," I sighed, "Lowlifes don't provide much nutrition. Let's just ask the warden for some provisions for our journey eastward, cause I'm certainly not setting up shelter here."

My companion shut up for the rest of the hike. At the mansion door, we knocked. The entire door fell with a thud. "Who the f*** was that?!" A voice rudely shouted.

A thin, pale creature arrived at the door to greet us. It's skin was peeling everywhere and it strongly reminded me of one of those zombies I'd once read about. This creature naturally came as a shock to me, and I completely freaked out. "Whoa! What the hell is that Seth?! Kill it! Kill it!"

Seth put his hand over my mouth firmly to stop me from saying anymore stupid things. "It's just a ghoul, Lesser," he whispered, then turned to the creature, "Sorry about that, my servant here has never seen a ghoul before."

The creature forgave me in a raspy, ugly voice, then started a conversation with Seth. "So Seth, what brings you to my empire?" He inquired, as I wondered how he knew Seth.

"Empire? Hardly," Seth laughed, "A hot spring filled with whiskey, drunk delinquents, and unreserved women don't make an empire."

At this the warden ghoul zipped his mouth. "Well it isn't a bad deal," the warden mumbled, "I keep them entertained and they repay me in cash and women. Also, there are another few villages around this area that serve me also. Like that one you took from me."

The ghoul was referring to the town where Seth's house was. "Bandits stole our food supply, Warden. That's why we're here."

"Well, we can make an arrangement in the back room, old friend," the warden invited Seth, "And leave your pet out here."

I was very offended by this, but Seth urged me to not say anything at the moment.