Here's my first foray into Fallout related stories. I hope you all enjoy the read. Comments and criticism are warmly welcomed. I'd at least want to know if I should continue this story if need be.

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Desperatus

PART ONE

Outskirts of Harper's Ferry, West Virginia (Eastern Commonwealth) circa 2279


The finger slowly embraced with the trigger of the rifle; the rust and wears familiar to the callous hands of the user. Samuel Schilt abruptly fired the weapon; impulses from past excursions drove his meek existence. The violent backfire caught him off guard, stumbling slightly on the crest of the mountain pass. The familiar sight of red fluid flaring in the distance confirmed his hopes as he slung the rifle across his shoulder and made his way to the lifeless figure. A contort canine laid across the stretch of dead grass, a gaping hole in its atrocious and furless chest. It wasn't much but would do for the time being. Samuel unsheathed his tarnished knife as he began the arduous process of retrieving the meat. Hunting wasn't the same after the bombs fell. Then again?nothing was.

He held back the urge to purge as he dissected the bloated and disgusting corpse of the animal. Taking what seemed like a good slab of meat, Samuel took out a scavenged diner salt shaker from his side pocket and smothered the chunk with grains of sodium, hoping it'd aid in preservation for down the road. He finally took some leftover cloth and wrapped the meat inside, gently placing it into his pack. Harper's Ferry was the closest town to travel to from his foraged pre-war map. Hopefully there were some remnants of civilization left to trade with.

Samuel treaded carefully down the side of the pass as he glanced at the scenery before him. This palette of grey and brown had demoralized Schilt now more than ever. How could the world come to this? How could?a shrieking bang reverberated through Samuel's ears. He immediately dropped to the ground, gripping the dirt like a bed sheet. It couldn't end like this. Not out in this dismal wasteland. He looked observed his surroundings as he prepped his rifle in this prone position. Schilt was out in the insecure open. How was he lasting this long? Senses were heightened as Samuel took noticed to a couple of rustles in the bushes ahead. Would it be an ambush? The tension was palpable as Samuel took a stifled breath, trembling through his grimy wear.

Minutes passed by as Schilt patiently laid across the ground. His alleged assailants couldn't be this tolerant to waiting. He heard too many stories of the wanton and barbaric attacks of these assorted ruffians. This couldn't be their style. Samuel however conscientiously stayed where he was. Anything was possible in an environment such as this. The wasteland did things to people. The desperation could make anyone resilient as long as they got what they needed in the end. Eagerness took the best of Samuel as he finally decided that he'd stand up. It was better to die courageously he assumed. 'How stupid can you get?' he though to himself as his conflicting mind raged through the choices and ramifications. Everything rested on this one moment.

Samuel bolted from his muddy asylum and haphazardly peered around with his rifle ready. He was talking to himself, cursing and condemning as his eyes raced through every rock and crevice in his vicinity. Nothing?how could this be? It all had to be some mirage?a hallucination even? The sound most likely came from the town he was headed towards. Just great. A reoccurring pain developed in his back as the adrenaline subsided. All those jerky movements and laying out must of done it.

Schilt knew what to do though as he took out a hypodermic needle with two liquid filled canisters attached through some tubing. Samuel watched as the two liquids mixed together to form the potent concoction. As he'd done many a time, Samuel lifted his crusty undershirt and stuck the needle in his flesh. He felt the elixir course through his body as he let out a sigh of relief. He didn't know what the origins of the drug were or even the name. What was most important was that it provided much of what he needed: some relief to his progressive back pain. Perhaps he could find more of it at Harper's Ferry.

Slowly but surely Samuel made his way across the beaten path, all the while feeling a bit better with the drug working in his system. Over the mountain pass he saw what seemed to be an old and tattered bridge far out across the Potomac. Railroad tracks were bent and twisted along the bridge and various tents and makeshift shelter was dispersed across the architecture. As he observed the scene, Samuel noticed moving figures walking towards the structure. Finally some sort of proof of life that Schilt needed. A five person caravan came to the bridge from the other side. Three people, indistinguishable, were chained and led by two armed men, all headed towards Harper's Ferry.

Samuel didn't know what sort of freak show they had over here. Prisoners perhaps being lead over? Any guess was pure speculation for Schilt. He thought for a moment whether to head on over to the town. What could be going on there anyway? Would the same thing come of him as those that were chained? Any business was now a dangerous venture in this wasteland. He might as well take the risk lest the meat spoils. All of this tumult over an irradiated and mottled piece of meat and a couple of caps it would net. It was merely another day in the life of Samuel Schilt.

Great start. The first part got me interested, but when I got to about the 4th paragraph, my mind wandered and even now I can't remember what happened. I don't know if other people had this problem, but I still think you should continue.

I thought it was pretty great.
Please, continue on! :goodjob:

Thanks for the comments gentlemen. The next section of the story is now finished. Hope you enjoy. As always. tell me what you think. Much obliged...

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PART TWO

An hour passed as Schilt finally arrived to Harper's Ferry with a rather ancient sign greeting him with open arms. The town had rather antique undertones, roads with old brick and buildings that resembled those of the 1800s dabbled the land along with remains of pre war culture. It had some history sure, but did it have people? Samuel surveyed the area as he readied his rifle incase of attack. He noticed an old church in the distance. Plenty of people had to be there.

Samuel scurried through the littered streets as he still looked out upon the town. Samuel kept keen to his surroundings as he noticed some doors and windows opening and closing nearby. Schilt gripped down on the rifle, feeling the wood stock splinter upon his palms. He couldn't leave himself exposed like last time. What if someone truly did come out from their hiding? Samuel found a destroyed car and cowered behind it, feeling secure among the scrap heap. In this time of safety he would check the ammunition in his rifle. The lever looked beaten and battered on his rifle, the rust consuming what was left. Samuel let out a sigh as he gripped the piece for the umpteenth time. As he pulled the lever on the bolt action rifle he heard a grisly shatter. Didn't sound too good.

The lever nearly broke into two as metal shards clattered onto the road. Not now. Not in this god forsaken place. Schilt cursed to himself as he tried to fix what he had done. Samuel tried to pull the trigger but to no avail. No tape would fix this weapon. Schilt whispered obscenities as he peered from behind the car. It couldn't be?two figures emerged from nothingness. They seemed to be nonchalantly walking around with their weapons drawn. Samuel thought of what he could do. Taking the risk to merely exposing himself could get him into a firefight that he wouldn't win. Hiding would rouse up even more suspicion if he was found. This wasn't wasn't what happened in the movies.

The two men continued to walk around and talk. Their subject matter seemed rather jovial by their expressions as they laughed along the cobble stone pathway. Either these men were happy citizens or clinically insane killers. Samuel didn't want to find out as he lay beside the scrap metal with his useless rifle. It was going to be a game of Russian roulette if Schilt tried to greet the two lads. Waiting seemed reasonable for now. After what seemed like a long duration of time, the two men went inside an undisclosed apartment. Schilt let out a sigh of relief as he huffed vigorously. Samuel sprinted through the rest of the road to the church. Adrenaline, or maybe the drug, pumped through his veins as he sped across to his marked location. Samuel frantically ran inside the old church as he closed what was left of the door behind him.

A strong smell of alcohol riddled the place. It was oddly dressed up with a variety of clean tablecloths, candles, and flowers. Almost resembled a shrine of sorts, but to whom? As Samuel scavenged through he found what appeared to be another hunting rifle. The gun looked abnormally clean with the metal gleaming in the sunlight. Ammo was dispersed across the table it resided on. Jackpot. Schilt threw his old rifle onto the ground as he took up his new piece. The gun felt like it was made for his touch. Samuel loaded a round into the weapon. He couldn't believe?BOOM!! A shattering sound echoed through the church as Samuel collapsed to the creaky floor in fright of the sound. The door appeared to be kicked open. What was going on? What was?a frigid rush went down his spine as he realized the situation. A knife was put at his throat as a behemoth of a man crouched by him, sporting a massive beard and pre war clothing with some makeshift armor.

"Who are you?!! Why are you desecrating this sacred vessel of abolition? Answer me damn it!!"

Schilt could only stare into the man's fiery eyes. Speechless to all of what was going on.
The man produced a small revolver as he only shook his head.

"Not talking eh? Well I guess I'll have to?"

"I'm?I'm a mere traveler!! I mean no harm at all. I was just making my way?just making my way around?"

"And that includes stealing my rifle?! What is your definition of 'making my way around here' stranger? Are you one of them? Ah?that's who you are. One of these here damn slavers trying to stop me."

The man laughed as he suddenly pulled the hammer on his revolver, aiming at Schilt with complete indifference. Heart beats felt like hammers pounding viscously against his chest as he looked onto his would be killer. What could get him out of this if anything?

"Sir I'm not with those slavers. I've just got here. I only want to trade. I'm just a hunter!! Search my things for Christ's sake!! Please!!" Schilt screamed as he whimpered uncontrollably on the remorseless wood flooring.

The man stood stoically as he assessed the situation, still aiming at the cringing boy. After a few seconds he lowered his weapon and holstered it. Schilt breathed in deeply in as he soon regained composure from his somewhat impending demise.

"I don't know boy?something about you. I'll take your word for what it's worth. Not many people come around here these days. Things have changed other than bomb droppin' boy. We have a reputation here you know. I'd leave if I was you."

Another part is now in. Take a look and tell me what you think so far.

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PART THREE

Samuel's curiosity took the best of him as he rose to his feet to confront his attacker once more. The two started with an exchange of names. The man went by Isaac Smith. Used to be a school teacher before he settled around here; United States history the subject. Quite odd though. The man seemed to of really let go during that duration of time. His greasy and frizzled hair lay atop a face ravaged by this indifferent world. Schilt had to get down to business though. He couldn't just leave the scene without knowing some idea of what the hell was going on around here. If he had to get it from this crazy old man then it'd hopefully be worth it down the road.

"So what's the deal around here Isaac? What's with these people walking in chains and guns?" The man shook his head violently as he looked into Schilt's eyes with anger and disgust.

"I'll tell you what it is boy. Slavery!! That demeaning business has taken over this place. You'd think that the town that known for one of abolition's greatest stands would be left in reverence. These slavers ruined the quaint Harper's Ferry that America has come to know."

Schilt was baffled by the ludicrous statement. Slavery? The whole thing that was abolished centuries ago? Regardless Schilt continued to listen attentively to the senior. Any information was as good as gold right now. A few extra minutes of random banter could mean a few more days to live.

"Why would these?these slavers right? Why would they want to settle down in this kind of town? Who else is around here anyway?"

"Are you blind boy?! This town is right next to the Potomac and miles away from the Capital Wasteland. This is the perfect place for them to transfer their slaves to wherever they want. It's also convenient enough of a location for trade caravans to come in and supply 'em with necessary equipment. A mutual prospect no? It was one after another until those vermin completely overtook the riverfront. The rest of town is now a melting pot of everybody else. Who knows who you'll meet out there?I'd advise you to tread with caution."

The pushiness of Isaac definitely struck a chord in Schilt. Samuel still felt inquisitive enough to continue to harp the old man. "You have a nice set up in this old church Isaac. It looks rather refurbished and?" Isaac suddenly interrupted with fits of gusto and pride.

"This 'old church' is the only sanctum of any justice that'd be found here in this town boy!! The establishment is the foundation of the John Brown Abolitionists Movement. We've had enough of these thugs taking advantage of the innocents of America. Do you understand? Slavery will be crushed under the groundwork of the greatest abolitionist in the history of America. His greatest labor with the raid on this very town. A true martyr of justice!! We will stop at nothing boy?nothing!!"

Samuel could only nod in agreement to the fiery speech of Smith. "Indeed?uh?anywhere I could get some trade done?" Isaac calmly recomposed himself as he stood up from one of the benches.

"Trade is as sporadic as it comes here in Harper's Ferry. The only reliable place where caravans come through is by the riverfront teeming with those slavers. It's no place to go, not even for you. We are having a meeting soon so I kindly ask you leave. Good luck with your future endeavors boy. Maybe we'll meet again?not like our first meeting I hope." Smith chuckled as he pushed Samuel out, handing him his defunct rifle.

What just happened there? The excursion ended quite awkwardly for Schilt. Overall this little town was quite a peculiar vista. Slavery? A school teacher turned passionate and fanatical belligerent? An organization that worships a mere murderer and madman of abolition? Felt just like home for Samuel. The sun began to subtlety set as Schilt decided to find a place to camp out for the impending night. Shelter was found in a rather large and empty garbage bin a couple blocks down from the church. Something subtle enough so he couldn't be easily attacked. It might've not been the most exquisite but better than dirt naps any day.

The problem at hand was that his main defensive mechanism was broken. The rifle was the only true firearm that Schilt possessed. Improvisation was inevitable at this point. Schilt scurried around the rusted and decayed bin as he looked for various supplies. The only valuable materials were that of his knife, tubing, wire, and tape. Something clicked?that was it!! Samuel took the rifle and brought the knife to the tip of the barrel. He then wrapped the tubing and wire around the knife so it stayed on the rifle. Finally some leftover tape and it was finished. A rather crude spear but better than nothing at all. Samuel laid the spear at his side as he checked the condition of the meat. The salt seemed to be doing its job but an unbearable stench was developing. Schilt immediately put it away as he rubbed his eyes vigorously in frustration. Supplies were rather dwindled and fatigue and hunger settled in for Samuel. The back pain from atop the mountains came back into focus. He was definitely going to pay a trip to those damn slavers. The old man's words meant nothing now. His life was in the balance.

Pretty good, but I'm curious about something. Isaac was supposedly a teacher before the war, which was 200 years ago. I think he's mad, but it's hard to determine that from the text, for you don't hint at it much. I assume he is, I'm I correct?

I edited the whole past occupation thing so others wont be as confused. Thanks for pointing that out though. I tried to make it rather disjointed and quite frantic with the dialogue and such. It might not be as action packed but I hope I'm keeping it interesting.

Awesome. Your keeping my interest, for now, it is kinda slipping though.

I like what you have now, and look forward to future chapters, and I also appreciate that you actually have interesting dialogue and low points at the epilogue part of the story, because it makes the action parts down the road that much more enjoyable. As far as interest goes you've kept mine, and keep up the good work.

Thanks for the feedback guys. The second to final section is now added. I'd like a bit of feedback before I add the last part to the story so please tell me what you think. Good or bad I'd at least like to develop my writing skills. Enjoy!!

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PART FOUR

Schilt awoke late the next day to a sharp pain in his back. This ache only added to his overall grogginess as the days without sufficient food or sleep took a detrimental toll on him. With his improvised spear he struggled to get out of the garbage bin, moaning in agony as he exited the makeshift shelter. The only way he was going to get anything done was to head directly to civilization. The upper part of Harper's Ferry was virtually empty with some stragglers and lunatics. The epicenter of the trade and business however was beside the Potomac where the slavers were located. Samuel was a bit skeptical to how the slavers would take to him. He soon realized that it didn't matter now. When his life was put in the balance, morality seemed insane for Schilt.

With each step the hurting intensified as Schilt made his way through the street littered with debris. Could you imagine it? A dingy and derelict man limping down the street like it was the night out on town. It just didn't seem right to Schilt, then again?the world didn't ever seem to be right. Trekking down the town finally led to the riverfront. Camouflaged tents were scattered across with fire pits in every which direction. He noticed some cages that most likely held the slaves and livestock. They were surprisingly empty yet covered in grotesque feces and blood. Foundations of pre war structures were all that was left of what appeared to be a lively section of the town .The only noticeable building was definitely a pre war, probably decades older, building of brick. It was surprisingly in fair condition yet covered with various marks of graffiti and grime. The establishment looked familiar?important in some way that Schilt couldn't recognize. Did that matter though? What he needed was the familiar and reassuring sight of a trade caravan.

Faces, tarnished and battered, were taking quick glances at Schilt as he made his way through the riverfront. He thought it was strange how they didn't really ask about why Schilt was there. If all slavers acted this way then Schilt would be pretty good down the road. Samuel made his way through until he noticed a trader, an almost superfluous amount of goods strung on his poor brahmin's back. Stress was lifted from Schilt as he made his way to the trader. Time for some business?

The trader greeted Samuel with the regular. "Hey there buddy. How's it going? I'll assume that you are interested in some purchases perhaps? Maybe I can suggest?"

Schilt rudely interrupted as he scurried around his pack and took out the cloth package of meat. "Now I actually have something for you my good man. I have some of the finest and freshest dog meat from the 'ol Blue Ridges themselves."

The trader reluctantly took the package and took a gander of the meat. The trader was hesitant as he scrutinized the piece of animal with extreme proficiency. The trader asked Schilt to wait as he went to get something from the load on his brahmin. Schilt didn't like where this was going. Why would it take this long for a simple piece of dog meat? The man soon emerged with a weird looking contraption.

"What's that for man? Is everything alright?" Only silence as the man tinkered with the device.
"Beg your pardon? Oh?this. It's a Geiger counter. Cant be sure these days buddy." Schilt could only stare in disbelief as he saw the man put the meat under the counter, the familiar clicks unfortunately resonating. Was this really happening? His only hope of income was being thrown under a radiation detector? Didn't everything in this goddamned hell hole have radiation? The trader only shook his head in disappointment as he shoved the piece of meat back to Schilt.

"Sorry my friend?this piece of meat is above the regular standard of radiation. I cannot take this. Better luck next time."

Schilt rebounded in disbelief. "A regular standard?! When in god's name was this enacted? I don't believe this bull?"

"Look man?I don't take that crap. I'm sure you wouldn't even eat that. Would you to consult to some real business?" the trader snidely remarked as he put the Geiger counter. Schilt clenched his fists in rage as he tried to calm himself down. He soon remembered the other reason for his interaction and rebounded from his anger.

"Alright?alright. I'm looking for some of this drug. I don't know the name but I do have the vial for you. Perhaps you could identify it for me." Schilt soon took the syringe from out of his nearby pocket and showed the man. A look of bewilderment came across his face.

"Psycho?Wait a minute. Psycho? Where in hell did you get this?"

"I don't know exactly. I was hoping that you'd?"

"You think this is the friggin' Enclave or something? These are high grade military chems. Nobody around here is going to have that kind of stuff man. Well maybe some?but uh?not around here. Sorry to disappoint but sometimes?"

Schilt had had enough as he lashed out on the trader. "What good of a trader are you? You don't have this drug and use a Geiger counter. I bet your whole load of goods has more radiation than my game. Did you know what I had to go through to get that? I've come too far to listen to this buddy."

Tension was palpable as Schilt and the trader intensely stared at the other. The trader sporadically reached for something in his undercoat. A pistol appeared as the trader only sneered at Schilt. His hopes sunk like that of anchor in the rauaging seas. Things couldn't end this way.

The acute pain reverberated through Schilt's ears as the sound of ignited gunpowder filled its surroundings. Samuel fell to the dirt in utmost disbelief. The pain was more recognizable than ever. Schilt screeched in pain as he looked down at his body to find the wound. Nothing. How could this be? Schilt looked across from him as he saw the trader laid out from a bullet to the neck, blood leaking from the wound like that of a faucet. Where did it come from? Was he going to be shot next? Samuel looked around frantically as he slowly rose up. Out of the blue a man with a large beard came out from amongst some rubble towards Schilt, his rifle protruding smoke. Isaac Smith?

"Come on comrade!! We must fight on for abolition!! Come by my aide if you'd like to live another day of a measly existence!!"

Schilt took the dead trader's pistol as he caught up with the lively Smith. He didn't know where Isaac was going but he did save his life. Hopefully it would lead them to safety. Some slavers in the distance looked concerned as they yelled on over to them, drawing their weapons. Smith let out a guttural scream as he fired his rifle in their direction. Talk about safety?the slavers, unfazed by Isaac's imprecise shots, opened fire upon the two men. Schilt could only fire the pistol in fright, letting two rounds fly. Bullets whizzed through the air as Schilt and Smith finally found cover in the distinguishable historical building. Isaac blocked the doors as Smith struggled to regroup from the intensive action, breathing erratically and forcefully.

"What the hell was that Isaac?! What was that for?! I thank you for saving my life but now I think you got us in more trouble than we can get out of!!" Smith only let out a forced laugh as he loaded his rifle yet again.

"What's so funny Isaac? We're in deep turmoil here buddy. Your whole abolition theatrics have gone too far. I didn't want to be put into this crap. I didn't ask for this. You got anything to say eh? Well? Say it!!"

"Who is this Isaac Smith you speak of? I'm John Brown!!"

Haven't checked up on this. But I'm glad, because that was a great longer than normal read.
10/10. Very good! :goodjob:

Thanks for the support man. Perhaps I'll give it a couple days to think about how to end it. For now I'd like some more feedback from you guys. I'm trying to be patient with it but I'd to know whether my writing is actually alright, lest be writing for no reason at all.

It was decent chapter. It wasn't that captivating and sometimes my mind slipped. Maybe add more detail? I'm not sure, all know is that it was hard for me to focus on the story. By the way, you'll never be writing for no reason at all. Even if no comments on it, you still gained experience. Practice makes perfect. If there is such a thing.

The final addition to the story is now added. I will finally and willingly move on to my next story. Please tell me what you think of this now completed work.

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PART FIVE

What did Schilt get himself into? Trying to retain composure was futile as his heart pulsed rapidly. It all seemed like some terrible dream. Slapping himself to wake up wasn't working. Nothing was working for Samuel. He didn't know what he did to deserve this. Was it all for killing that dog? All he knew was he was in this situation with a psychopath. Had to try and get out somehow.

"What's your plan?err?John?" Samuel questioned, trying to at least play along with the mad man's fatal game.

"Well we captured the armory at the present time. We should at least gather some supplies"

John and Samuel looked around the area, nothing like an armory. The only thing that encompassed the space was boxes full of food supplies and random scrap. John suddenly appeared distressed as he threw his hands upon his forehead, beads of sweat protruding down his face. Something just didn't click with him, for once.


"Wait?where are the supplies?! The slaves should be revolting right now though. I gave them the weapons from the armory!! Where are my supporting abolitionists? I gave them the ammunition and weapons for revolt. IT has to be?"

Samuel suddenly had a revelation. Isaac Smith truly thought he was John Brown. He was going through this as if it was the historical raid on Harper's Ferry. Smith was helpless?Samuel had to knock some sense into them if they were to stay alive. Schilt regrettably knew he needed Smith.

"This isn't the 19th century!! We are in the year 2279 [censored] it!! You are Isaac Smith. You got that? Isaac Smith!! You were a history teacher before you came here!! Do. You. Remember?!"

Smith appeared lackadaisical to Samuel's remarks; he didn't know where he was as he continued to mumble to himself. Schilt had enough. It was all about himself now and he could only wish the most for the poor fellow that was Isaac Smith. Yells were easily heard from outside of the building. Samuel crept up to the window with his pistol to survey the situation. From what he could see seven men had gathered up in preparation to attack the establishment. They all appeared to have firearms: shotguns, assault rifles, and even hunting rifles. It was a sheer mismatch with the lowly pistol that Schilt possessed. He had to make a move to save his skin. History wouldn't repeat itself on this day.

Schilt decided to take a blind shot out of the window; show that he meant business. With the pistol aimed out, he pulled the trigger two times on the weapon. The familiar pop echoed through his eardrums as he heard panic from outside. As Schilt pulled his hand away the slavers fired back. Bullets pierced through the old wooden door besides Samuel. Splintering and creaking wood was the only sound of the aftermath. Perhaps that wasn't the best idea. The door was falling apart by the simple excursion. The slavers knew it, Samuel knew it. It wouldn't hold for long. Schilt cursed to himself as he peered around the inside of the building to find some escape to this futile fight. He wasn't made for this combat. Funny that he could only kill defenseless creatures that roamed the wastes.

Windows in the back seemed to be the only place to go. Smith still sat in his corner as he continually babbled at what was happening. Samuel scurried to the windowpane and gripped tight with his callous and seemingly lifeless fingers. Footsteps from outside came into focus as Samuel trudged on up through the opening. Adrenaline now fueled Schilt as he pushed through the agony and pain. BAM!! The door was finally kicked open as Samuel got to the top of the pane. Rounds were flying through the air as Samuel made himself over the pain. Blurs of metal tickled his skin as he fell through the window. The fall was abrupt as Schilt quickly got back to his feet. The sounds of piercing flesh were heard from the inside of the building. Poor Isaac?ah it didn't matter now. He was a nutcase anyway. The only way to make an escape was across the Potomac.

Samuel didn't look back as he ran to the river. Endorphins coursed through him. The grimy and sickening waters embraced Schilt as he swam across the Potomac. The resonance of the splashing waters cleared out anything around him. Samuel continued on through the Potomac as he constantly struggled against the current. The tide was shockingly pulling Schilt to the shore. Suddenly Samuel heard pattering in the water. Raining? Oh no?raining bullets. The only thing to do was to bob back underwater and Schilt did so. The water's bleak and abnormal texture felt uncomfortable as Schilt held his breath, hearing the shrieking hum of the lead. If survival meant sticking your head under a trash and radiation invested waters then so be it. As Schilt ran out of breath he collided into the shore. The rocks against the shore knocked the wind out of him. He gasped for breath as he pulled himself to dry ground, grabbing the pebble ridden shore in vain. Samuel finally reached the opposite riverside. Samuel turned his whole body around to see his assailants walking back to their quarters. He made it!!

Samuel could only laugh to himself as he struggled to get off of his back. A sharp pain suddenly came into his leg. Schilt violently ripped up his pants to find a gaping bullet wound. The lead was lodged in deep to Schilt. Pliers would fix this mess. Schilt looked through his tool pocket for the pliers. Nothing. Samuel brushed it off as he went to the next best thing, stimpacks. His Pocket holding his medications would certainly have it. The only thing Schilt could find was irradiated water from the river. Schilt panicked as he looked through all of his pockets for anything of value. Everything?everything was taken from his escape through the river. He had nothing now. Schilt felt the pain reverberate through his body as he moaned in agony. The only thing he could do was circulate the wound with some tattered clothing. Bustles in the bushes nearby caught Schilt's attention as he glared vigorously at the shrubbery. A canine finally into view. It was foaming at the mouth as it growled at Schilt; it was in the mood for a meal. Schilt cackled hysterically as he acceptingly laid back onto the muddied riverbed. All of this tumult over an irradiated and mottled piece of meat and a couple of caps it would net. It was merely another day in the life of Samuel Schilt.

THE END

It was a decent FanFic, kinda lost my interest though. I await for your next one,I'll be there to read it.

wow great fanfic 10/10