Chapter 1
When I woke up I sat up on the bed and turned my head and lookout out of the Porthole Window. I seen a Figure stand in the Distance, What was it. "Welcome To Point Lookout!" Tobar The Ferryman said to me.
"What happened here?" I asked Tobar.
"Same thing that happened to the rest of the Wasteland, Blown up". I stood up,
"So whats that?" I asked as I pointed at the figure through the window.
"Mole Rat" He replied,
I walked up to him. "Thanks" I said. I walked out of the cabin and up the stairs and walked to the Bench. I reached out and grabbed My 10mm Submachine Gun and my Chinese Assualt Rifle, After that I walked off the boat back the way I came.
"Be careful" Tobar told me as I left. I turned my head and nodded. It was about 11 at night, I lit up my Pip-Boy there was a Brawler holding an Axe, He swung at me but I ducked, then I pulled out my Sub Machine gun and fired a full round into it stomach.
It was my first Day in Point Lookout Im 18, my names Austin. Every time I felt tired I'd go back to the Dutchess Gambit and sleep. On my second day I was walking around and I came across a Destroyed Protectron. I turned I saw 3 Feral Ghouls munching away on a Still alive Vendor, tourchering her.
"Time to go back to the Swamp!"
I took the axe off the bench and aproached them. I raised the Axe and swung down It got the scrapper in the shoulder and servered off his arm, The Scrapper died. I tossed it at another and got it in the abdoman, It fell back I then pulled out my submchine gun and shoot the one still alive. The vendor was slowly dying and screaming and crying in pain so I lifted her up, and put her on my shoulders. I walked back to the boat and laid her on the bed.
"TOBAR!" I yelled. "A womans dying in her!".
Tobar ran in. He was out of Meds. "AH DAMNIT" He said with out any care.
"Go get me fresh Punga Fruit".
"From where?" I asked him.
"BEHIND THE DAMN MANSION" He pointed behind him at the mansion. "GO!" he yelled.
"Uhhh...Im nearly out of ammo" I said, he chucked me a Double Barrel Shotgun and gave me some Shells.
After I got there...
Once I got there I went behind the mansion, I crounched down and went behind the Corner. There were two Tribals theres. I shot them both and reloaded, There blood splattered on the side of the Mansion. I walked forward, There where about 5 Fresh Punga Fruits, I got them all but from the Top floor of the Mansion, A Ghoul came flying out the Window, He hit the ground and died, I turned to see two Scrappers, I shot them both and reloaded. There were about 5 Tribals running towards the Mansion or Running away, FROM WHAT? I wondered. I shot at them anyway, One got hit in the gut and Exploded. One got shot in the back (From what they were running from). I was shocked while one got shot in the head Bye the time I reloaded a man had shot the other 3. He was Built, Grey Hair, White Skin, Camo Shrit, Grey Army Pants and black boots, He had a Red and White Hunting Rifle, that was scoped. I stood up and walked over to him.
"Freeze" He said to me, I then stopped.
He walked up to me "Youre Not a Tribal" he said.
"Sgt. Mack Johnson" Sarge said.
"Thanks for the help" I said.
"Help? I dont help, If I had seen you there I would of left you to your fate"
He raised his gun at me, before he could shoot me I blew his brains out the top of his head. I grabbed the Hunting Rifle and went back to the Dutchess Gambit. The cabins door was closed, Whats going on I wondered. I walked over to the Port Hole and peered through the window, Tobar was eating the dying Vendor. I didnt believe it, I turned my head and Vomited. The window smashed and he looked out and seen me, I turned and seen blood dripping down his face.
Thats Sick!" I exclaimed. I stood up and went to fire at him.
"If you kill me you wont be able to get back to The Wasteland" he told me. I put my Shotgun down.
"Your sick" I said.
"No Im pretty Healty" He joked.
I raised eyebrow and said "In Point Lookout I need to 'LookOut' for myself"
P.S: Is it long Enough? If not I'll make it longer. Chapter 2: A New Radio Broadcast Why & From Where..Ooh
Comment Pleasm, K.