I had embraced death, allowed its grimy hands to clutch me. It had pulled me back, away from everything. Coward, I'm a coward. Breathe. I awoke, swatting at the needle jammed into me. The sedatives left my face numb. I turned my head, showing me a stained pillow, soaked with blood. I dragged myself up, kept back only by sedatives. Soldiers maimed, screaming and dying surounded me. It wreaked of death. I didn't care much. I let the sedatives spread through me and fell back asleep.

[censored] aol!

What are you talking about that AOL keeps signing you out?

it signs me off the site! so I have to log in again!

I let my eyes open. The sunlight pierced my eyes, blinding me for a few seconds. My eyes adjusted and I looked onto jwhat may not have even been reality. It was years ago. My squad and I were searching an old library, far off from any cities. This has happened before, all of it. "Move out, keep guns at hip! Donno what's here," was that me? Was I just talking? Am I just watching it all again? We all spread out, keeping so alert, as if a behemoth was behind every corner. I ran down the middle hallway, watching every flake of the green paint as if it would eat me.
"Hey boss?"
"Al for the love of God, you're not becoming a ghoul!"
".....so am. I wanted to say, I got this old 'National Geographic' mag here..."
"And?"
"Theres a weasel, and its white, and tall, and fluffy, just like you!"
"What the hell?"
"It says it's called an Ermine, a winter weasel"
"Oh God no"
"Yes....Ermine"

WHAATTTTTT?????

HAHAHA!!! YES! I'm betting on this becoming a huge issue that terrorizes him for the rest of his life. and that you love weasels. I'm not going to lie Nolan, Ferrets are MUCH cooler!

then the ferret crawls in his pants.......and bites
I've failed to enfasize it's colder than Heather's heart! Eat it matthew!

HAHAHA
well
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for
spring
break
wedensaday
actually
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keyboard
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tehe!

Hey I no im being stupid but i just found out you didn't move. AAAAAAAAAANd, yor missing like 6 weeks of school, i lost my phone soooooooo WTF!!!!!!!!!!!


OH yea I heard Jake's dad got REALLY pissed at yall, and evryone hates you except garret dillon and the sams

uum, I did move...

I gave up with arguing and continued searching the building. Nothing. I ordered my squad to leave the empty building. The scorching sun reflected off of our armor. The scratches, bullet holes and dents were all grimly revealed, more than any other squad had. To them, keeping your armor in poor condition showed much honor, to me it only revealed stupidity and ignorance. I removed my helmet, my pale unscathed skin, my crystal-blue eyes, and my blonde hair had all been clean throughout the years. I was smething everyone in the wastes wanted to be, a "perfect" person. Stupid. These people see an uncommon thing that pleases them and they beg for it, like dogs. How ignorant and naiheve I had been then, believing that I was special, something better than any of the other soldiers, who were to be paladins and sentinals through birth-rite.

I will become better. I will become what I thought I was. I have failed.

you are doing well with this keep it up

Oh My GOD JOHNNEY!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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What the f#ck?! Go away! I left the god damned city isn't that enough?!

Trying to repost this but my grandma's computer is being very gay, or as the homos would like me to say, "straight".

ummm what?

THE INTERNET IS AT MY KEYBOARD AND MOUSE! MUAHAHAHA!
Where was I? Ah yes, if I still have any readers, so be it, whichever way I'm writing this for self acomplishment now.
I feel like an explanation to this confusing story is in order; Robert had attempted suicide. He twitched and shot himself in the cheek, tearing it open. Most people would definently be in pain, but maybe not pass out. Robert passes out almost instantly due to his time in captivity, he awakes around people who are truly dying and feels weak and selfish. now our story continues....

I let my mind reach back to reality, I shook myself around. I could hear my bones cracking and twisting over the gruesome screams of the dying soldiers. I tore the bandage off my cheek. It had already healed and left a scar, a mark of humiliation. While acting oblivious to the pain everyone else had suffered I walked out of the hospital. One room. It was a pre war gym. The door felt heavy and rough as I threw my weight into it. I felt so weak.

I made my way to my own home. I was amazed at what progress had been made in the short time i was gone; scrap metal replaced by concrete and newly manufactured metal sheets. I had a look at my own home,the same as the rest. I walaked inside, the door was left unlocked. I walked to my closet. I took my armory key and my uniform. I left and walked to the armory. I put on my power armor and grabbed an assult rifle. I opened the door to the briefing room, all the men I had found with the super mutants were sitting around the 3-D map. One of them was pointing out locations and explaining attack patterns. He noticed me standing at the door, "You wait till now to get the [censored] up?! Sit down." He continued pointing out locations, he pointed to a small island, "this is most likely the largest exit point for this hive underground. I want us all to make our way to this island after we've plugged up all the smaller holes." He circled his hand around north Georgia, "Most of our colonies here have been destroyed, most likely it was the Enclave. Their increased intrest and activity here can only have something to do with the mutants. Be aware of this." I gritted my teeth, "What will we do about them?" He glared at me, "nothing, none of them have been seen around here so I believe we'll have no threat from them for some time." he pointed back at the island, "by the way, I want you, Robert? To lead a squad directly to the island. Pave the way." He walked out. He came back in with a stack of pictures, he gave each of us a small stack. I looked down at mine, it was a blury picture of shadowy figures, one in front holding half of a power armored soldier in each hand. The soldier looked like a doll in his hands. "These are the super mutants we've seen. And Robert, the picture you see is Enclave. Look at the one below it." he said as he snatched the picture from me. Hundreds of mutants, all at least ten feet were shown in the picture. "We're launching this attack in five days. You'll all recieve individual briefing delivered to you later. Steel be with you." he walked out of the room. All the soldiers were exchanging pictures, their eyes huge and full of determination, fear, willfulness.

One soldier approached me, he was smaller than the rest and looked far less fearful. "What was in the picture sir?" he looked eager. "Shadowed figures, all of them in highly advanced power armor. One in front was holding a dead paladin, ripped in half. The guy was huge." I was afraid myself. "Sir, I understand you're selecting your squad for your mission, I want to volunteer for it. I'vee already found someone to plug up he holes I've been assigned. My name's Bradley by the way, sir." I looked him over, he looked roguh, strong, but small. "cut the sir crap. You look capable. we'll go find our other squadmates."

Despite my lack of readers, my "newly gained" intelligence has gotten my brain flowing again. So here we go.

I felt thise was quite an odd way to stage an assult, but it made sense. I was completely supportive of this plan. I never understood why, maybe my value of a handful of lives over complee success had changed. Nah. I was just confident. I understood I was tired. Needed rest. I headed back home, leaving the young initiate wondering where he was to go. Oh well. I came to my room, recieved the rest I needed.

Hours later, my eyes tore themselves open. What a pleasing sight, Shelly. Those eyes, distraught, worried, hopeful, loving. I love those eyes, but they've changed. I can't imagine the crap I'd put her through. I pretended not to notice, "Hey beutiful, what's up?" She only stared, her eyes glassy, ready to burst into tears. I found it nothing signifigant to our relationship, she hadn't been the happiest of people. I looked her body over, something I hadn't done in a while. Old patchy jeans? A dirty white tee? Leather sandals? She lied next to me. She knew it's easy to see how she feels. I put my arm around her, kissed her. "Robert, what happens when youre too shot up to die? Todead to be brought back to life again?" she rubbed her hands across the scars and burns on my back. "I just hope you could lay some pretty flowers at my tombstone...and eer, don't ;et them carve 'Ermine' into it." She tried to smile. Pfft, I don't die, I sleep. I assured her I would survive whatever else there was left to shoot and cut at me. She fell asleep at some point through it. I let myself drift away with her.

Knocks on the door, like smashes right at my skull. I grabbed the holotape I had recorded. I opened the door. There was the initiate. I didn't let him get a word out, "this is my recorded resignation as well as your promotion request, Knight Walker. Now, I can't talk. I closed the door. I walked back to my room. I searched my box for an old closet. I slid it out of the back. I pryed it open, radiated marajuana, the Redneck Wasteland's greatest creation. I tok the lighter and pipe from the box. Shelly awoke. damnit She snatched the lit pipe from my hand and smoked a bit. never done that We returned to bed, the things we did, the entire day. The things we would've done throughout life.

"Gaah! [censored]! It's early as hell! Get the [censored] back to sleep!" she kept shaking my shoulder. I let my eyes open, light seeped into my pupils, puting a glare over everything. My eyes adjusted to the glare, there was her gorgeous, goofy little smile. She threw the quilt off of me, the piercing cold came over my body. I shot straight up, eyes wide open.

"Alright, I'm up. Coolder than hell now too"
"Get all of our bags, and meet me and Carl at the gate...oh and please dont forget to steel a few guns and armor before the guards are on duty."

She bent over and kissed me, then left. Carl was a civillian Who had been living in an old gas station. He was a citizen in my opinion. He had rebuilt a huge military truck he had come across near the gas station. We had moved him into this city. I threw my bag over my back, and Shelly's three on my side. God, they were heavy. I hobbled to the armory as quickly as I could. I walked in and locked the door behind me. I pulled a large leather bag out of my bag, giving me far more room in it. I crammed three combat armor unifroms and helmets into it. I approached the weapons locker. The lock was already gone. I grabbed a .32 caliber pistol, and took every box of ammo in it. I came across a 14mm pistol. I stuck it in my belt. Couldn't find much ammo for it. I headed to the city gate.

I walked to Carl and Shelly. Carls greasy, greyed hairhad finally been cut, but his beard was dirtier than ever. I tossed two bags at him, he of course had failed to catch them. "What the hell you been doin? Throwin [censored] bag at me!" he drank down his entire flask, tossed it on the ground. "Youre truck still at the station Carl?" I was far too tired to listen to him. "Good [censored] what the hell you think?!" he pulled out a second flask, God knows where he keeps them. We began our walk to the station.

Once we had made it to the station, Carl pointed out his gun crates were gone. Raiders had come. Carl walked into the garage. The door slowly cranked up, revealing the massive military truck. It had a 'roof' made of leather and canvas, and three foot high sheet metal walls all around the bed. The cab had a large steel plate, probably put in for ramming. Shelly climbed onto the bed and sat down on one of the beds we had Carl bolt onto the truck's bed. Carl waved for me to come into the garage, "move those [censored] crates onto the truck! Hurry Hurry!" As soon as we had everything on the truck Carl climbed into the cab. He smashed something and the back of the cab fell down, giving us walk-in access to the cab. He started the truck, the sound of the gears grinding and crunching together roared in the garage. He backed up out of the garage, heading North....



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