Like the title says, nostalgia got me back to Bethesda's forums and fallout as a whole. So I've decided to start writing short stories, as it's what I think I'm best at. Did I emphasize the "short"? Good. Just so you know what you're getting. Well don't be shy to comment, practice and constructive criticism makes perfect. First one is:

Rise and shine

Two shadows stood in front of the house in the middle of the night. The only thing giving up their presence was the moon light, it was almost a full moon. They observed the old and beaten up house, a building that survived the Great War, but never received much love after it. The harsh wasteland had taken it's tow on it, it's windows were broken and wooden planks covered them, the walls had lost their paint long ago and at some places there were holes big enough for a vermin to wander in. Though, it still was a far better choice then spending the night in the open desert.

One of the shadows suddenly doubled it's size, as if someone just opened his coat to reach something in the inner pockets. On the ground a new shadow formed, one of a weapon, a large pistol. The person with the pistol headed to the door, the second shadow followed him. He reached for the door lock and tried to open it, but beside the "klick-klick" sound though the door stood still, it was obviously locked.

"Move away and let me open it." the man behind grinned while holding a crowbar in his hands. He quickly placed it at the small gap between the door and the wall. The wooden door made a creaking sound at first, but then gave out a more loud noise as the lock broke and the door opened. The man with the crowbar smirked and motioned the other one to enter, with a jokey manner, almost like a gentlemen inviting a lady in.

The one with the pistol didn't pay much attention to that, he was focused on his goal, whatever it was, but one thing was sure, it was inside the house. He made a few steps inside the house and stopped, looking around. There were no lights on and the covered windows kept whatever moonlight there was out of the house, though the newly opened door offered enough light on his back, showing a worn black coat. The second man walked in as well. He was dressed differently - a brown jacket, probably made from brahmin and some Old World jeans.

"Probably upstairs!" he said, but got shushed by the gunslinger, who pointed to the door to their right. The one with the crowbar understood the signal and quickly moved to it's side. His left hand held strong grip to the crowbar as he moved his right one on the door lock. A numb "klick" sound was heard from the door as and it slowly opened, revealing a staircase leading down, probably to the basemant. Creaking sounds were heard as their heavy boots made contact with the old wooden stairs.

Just before the last few stairs, the coated man jumped down, on the concrete floor of the basemant and pointed his gun to the other side of the room. Between all the rafts of junk and old lockers there was a mattress with a man laying on it. The noise suddenly woke him up, he opened his eyes and quickly reached for the gun that was supposed to be right next to him. Though his hand felt nothing but the cold concrete. The two men were standing right over him, one of them pointing the pistol at his head.

"Rise and shine!" the one with the crowbar chuckled and with a quick swing to the head he knocked the victim unconscious.