Thanks for reading. I'll elaborate on the characters looks more next time when I have a better idea, if there is a next time.
Chapter 1: The Meeting
It was dark, not pitch black though. There was still some light to see by coming from a crack in the door that the figure had just stepped through, and closed behind itself, with not so much as a creak.
The Super Duper Mart was reportedly abandoned but DeMontfort knew better, he plucked the cigaret from his lips, dropped it to the ground and stepped on it. He ran his hands through his greasy, bedraggled black hair and grinned. A fridge had been placed in clear view of the entrance, opened slightly ajar. Some items could just be made out in the darkness.
He strolled across to the fridge, waited 3 seconds and whirled round, and struck the attacker in the face, who collapsed. DeMontfort quickly pulled back his arm and unholstered his .44 and pointed it
at the assailant, who was on their hands and knees. DeMontfort could not tell if this assaulter was male or female, but it was clearly a raider.
"Aw, [censored]!" Yelled the now confirmed female raider.
"Dont make any sudden moves or these walls get a new paint job" Said DeMontfort "how many friends do you have here?" He Queried
The raider spat some blood and looked up "4, stupid [censored], ya don' stand a chance!"
Ah, this was good, thought DeMontfort. "Interesting, thank you".
He could just see a shelf to his left out of his peripheral vision, he had to move from the fridge, otherwise he would be trapped.
"Oy, see ya in he-" The raider's sentence was cut short by a bullet to the brain, and promptly fell.
DeMontfort jumped to his left behind the shelf under a hail of gunfire. He reached to his chest and grabbed a grenade from one of the bands across it. He smiled, this was going to be fun.
A man stepped through the door and into the sunlight, he shielded his eyes from the rays, his eyes hurt. He still couldn't get used to the transfer from dark to light, damn vault.
As he walked forward he bumped into something.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!"
The vault-dweller's eyes cleared "Sorry friend, I didn't see you". He gave the big angry looking man a grin.
"Yeah, well... Don't... Do it again". There was something about the little mans smile and general look of sincerer regret and kindness that made it impossible to not forgive him.
The Vault dweller glanced at the butt of a gun, slung across the man's back.
"Nice gun you got there"
"You know much about armaments?" DeMontfort took the gun off his back and held it by the grip behind the muzzle.
"I know that its Chinese in Origin, fires 5.56 rounds. The reason they exist here is because they were smuggled in by Chinese operatives during the war".
"How do you-?"
"Dont you worry about that, care for a drink?" He gestured to the bar across the rickety walkway.
"Umm... Yeah, sure why not. Whats your name?"
"Dean Red, yours?"
"DeMontfort".
"Alright Monty"
"DeMon-"
"Well, lets go then, drinks are on me!" He took out a large pouch and shook it, it rattled loudly and attracted a few looks.
Monty beamed. This was brilliant.