» Tue May 08, 2012 2:51 am 12\17 I haven’t seen Mr. E for two days. Maybe he’s gotten himself killed. Mum gave me this book, and it calms me, my memory loss having been cured when Leroy came through. I’m not surprised that he left so quickly. Mums tactics for getting him to help us weren’t nearly as friendly as we’d hoped. I’d have liked to see the stranger that allowed me to remember the things from the day before. Such as the cake we’d had for my brother’s birthday, or the man who I can now remember had been visiting me like a father, afraid of the angry mother, would. But now I know that man is not my father. I’ve noticed he keeps a book as well. I might try to get at it. Maybe he has memory problems as well. I can barely remember echoes of sharp, loud blasts and the feeling of metal against my hand and cheek. I’m not sure how long I’ll need this book anymore.
I awoke to the sound of Mr. E signaling me to come out of the tent as I wondered why I didn’t know his name. We did the usual trail which he taught me by memory, sneaking out of Vegas through a sewer and by the monsters inside. I wasn’t afraid, I could see the weapon at the tall figure’s side. His hand went to it and grasped the handle each time we got even near one. About four times our size and muscle almost bursting through their skin, fingers like swords, they could tear us apart. I didn’t care.
As we came upon the ladder we usually exited, it exploded and a missile-looking pod screamed it's way to the ground. "Move now." Mr. E muttered, and as we ran around a corner I heard a monstrous roar followed by men's screams. Why were people here? What’s going on? None of these thoughts chained to any other normal morality-raising questions. Which I realized I may be missing. Why is that? Rapid gunfire echoed throughout the tunnels, waking a beast in the tunnels ahead of us.
I ran to the corridor to my left, and around to the side of it while Mr. E shot through it. It ran through he tunnel after him, so i went around, leaving him behind as I ran through the tunnel exit, climbing the ladder to the top I heard running footsteps beneath me. I looked down to find Mr. E's hand wrapped around my leg pulling me down. I saw the bar rushing towards my face and my arms folding upward as I tried to catch myself, already feeling the bruises and scraqes from the rusted bars. I turned and sat with my back against the freezing cold wall as roars seemed to get closer and the screams had stopped.
Mr. E looked at me, both anger and pride showing behind his eyes before he muttered something unintelligible under his breath. "Good survival, but I was going to have you fight it, get some practice" he then picked me back up, muttered "Don't do that" to himself, then climbed the ladder, having me follow him. As the cover of the manhole lifted, I heard sharp, long whistling noises and some explosions and small arms fire, while smelling burning drywall. I covered my face in a fire wrap he dropped from his pack down ot me, and we climbed out onto the cold ground, feet from Freeside's outer wall.
Smoke billowed over the wall near us as Mr. E pulled me by my hand, tossing a handgun over his shoulder of which I caught, and turned the safety off, pointing at the man stealing me. "Where are we going? What’s happening?" He turned, angry at first, muttering under his breath then saying "We don't have much time, they’re going to widen their' ran-" the ground shook as a pod landed feet behind me. I turned to see a man in armor with a weak point in the center of his chest in front of me.
My hands shook slightly but steadied after i pulled the trigger, the first shot glancing off of his shoulder, the look he'd made towards me disappearing as the second pierced his chest, the plink of the bullet resting slightly past his spine into his back plate. I turned my wrist to the second one coming out of the pod, sub machine gun at his shoulder, the bullet from my gun finding the chink in his armor and dropping him as a bullet fired over my shoulder into the third man.
"Good shots. Now let's go. Freeside should be fine, if the man who murdered your father is as good as the Befriung say. We've got to go though. We're counted in the hostile list. [censored] it. Code Orange."
I sat up in darkness, hearing loud, repetitive noises beneath me and heavy machine gun fire, most likely a high caliber mounted gun. the room was black, shaky and bumping around. Slightly warm metal floors and walls, rectangular with some plywood slats bolted to a wall on either long side. A light came from above me, and I found my hand still griping the pistol I had before i had been unconscious or whatever had happened.
Mr. E dropped down from the hatch, reaching up with one hand to close the hatch "Good to see you're awake. We're on the train with them. Your father is dead, sorry for your loss. We're going to DC, in which it will be the perfect time to strike." He muttered something under his breath about a sniper rifle.
"Who is them? What's a train? Which..or..who? Gah!" I threw a punch angrily into Mr. E's stomach, which he made an "oomph" and then i found the pistol clattering to the ground as my leg was held up and my head hit the floor. A sudden nausea hit me, and I barely contained what little was in my stomach.
"Now I need you to be able to function for this. Once we've hit town and can set up, we'll take him, in DC once he's settled in. We're about half a mile and going to run into a super mutant camp. I was surveying the area from the top of the train. We've got t be ready in a little bit. The light will sting. Just follow me and you'll be able to avenge your father's death. Killing Regahn finally." Mr. E looked incredibly emotional, and i shrugged. I was slightly angered, and not caring enough about what happened. "I'm never going to meet my dad, which was the only thing I dreamt about. Meeting him.."
My train of thought crashed violently like the one I was in, toppling to it's side after the side was practically split in half as the explosion ripping the engine open shook the cold steel i was laying against. A rifle of sorts was pushed towards me by Mr. E. I stood at an angle, running up the steep edge of the toppled box I was in as another explosion spun the train over, my face slamming into the steel while Mr. E ran past me, stepping over me out onto the dirt, red in the light that was bouncing into the wooden and rusted meal box around me.
I gripped my rifle and rolled out onto the hot dirt..
