I've grown up in this town my entire life. Living in Newport was probably worse then living in a sewer. The town was falling apart, the residents always wanting to kill each other, and the stupid mayor is always to drunk to care about us. Some questioned How this town even survived, I found myself asking the same question for years. I lived in a small house, if you can call it that. For walls made of sheet metal held together by duct tape. My brother told me that its the best we could get. I wasn't going to complain I guess its better then living out in the wasteland with raiders, and other crazy people out there. My brother told me to make the best of this town and right now that's getting pretty difficult.

I find it harder and harder to stay in this [censored] hole. Last night about ten people ran off with some medic supplies. My brother and I reported it to him and all he could say was don't get hurt and we won't need the supplies, then he drank his whiskey and went about his business. My brother and I returned to our house ready to pack our things and leave. My brother was ready to take on an entire army, I was close to that point. My brother went to his dufflebag laying next to his mattress. He pulled out two 9m handguns. Our dad gave us these guns before he passed away and said to use them only when necessary. I looked up and my brother and with no words gave him a small nod. I knew what he wanted to do. The mayor had to die.

We walked out of our house with the handguns locked and loaded. Usually people in other towns would take caution with two men having guns drawn. Not here the mayor let this town have no order, no freedom, nothing to survive. We walked the streets to the mayor's house taking in what this town really was. We watched as a family of three were holding each other for warmth up against a shed, a man getting beaten to death with a bat, another man kicking in the door to a house to steal whatever he could. We approached the mayor's house, a small brick building that smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. We knocked on the door, there was no answer. My brother kicked in the door and held his gun up. He walked in to find the mayor sitting at the kitchen table. My brother and I stood side by side as we emptied our magazines into the mayor's body. The mayor dropped to the ground laying in a puddle of his own blood.

My brother and I dragged the mayors body into the center of the town where people started to gather. We showed them this was no trick, this was indeed the mayor's corpse that was laying at their feet. Many people cheered and laughed, other spit on the corpse because they felt the pain that we felt. I looked at my brother and told him that we will changed this town into something better. I looked towards the crowd and told them exactly what was going to happen.

The crowd cheered and not a single individual left after the speech. For once people felt safe and happy. I told my brother that I wanted him to go spread word of the town anyway he can. I was now the new mayor of this town and was not going to let it fall apart no matter what. With the support of its citizens it would prosper. Several days later something caught my attention. Two individuals came into town, one with revenge burning in his eyes the other wearing a slave collar. They told me they found a sign leading them here, I greeted them into the town as if they were my brothers. After all this is the New Hope family, and everyone here has a story.