I knew I was alive, or at least now I did. Still lying on my back I blinked into the midday, wasteland sun. Rolling my head to the left I saw two, still bodies, in spiked armour, and a .32 pistol lying by my hand. To my right, were bloody footprints in the sand and dust trailing off towards the old Dunwich Building.
I slowly stood up, and brushed dust off of my patched-together armoured vault suit. I turned, grabbed the pistol and started jogging towards the building. It was a good thing the footprints were still fresh.
When I finally arrived I hesitantly opened the door, and stepped in. I had heard stories about this place, and none of them were pleasant.
Suddenly I heard shuffling and gargling from the room ahead, I raised my gun and slowly progressed. I scoped the room out and the noise had stopped. So I turned back to find the footprints again and was met face to face with a horrid, rotting creature. I gasped and it knocked me over, I heard my gun clink a few feet away. As the demon lunged at my throat I pulled out my knife and stuck the Ghoul between the eyes and yanked it off of me. I stood, and plunged the knife into it's chest again, just to make sure.
I found the footprints again and started following them. They led to a shut door, covered in bloody handprints. Slowly opening it I stepped in and heard a rustle to my right. I turned quick and found a cowering raider. Walking over to him, he said, shivering:
"P-please, it wasn't my idea, the Wasteland is tough you know? I had no choice, if I didn't do it they would've killed me!"
To which I responded: "Your gang killed my wife, my dog. And my best friend, I don't care if you're the Messiah, you're going to die in this building."
With those words he lost it. "Who are you?! We'll kill you! You'll get yours you brat!"
"They call me Moose." and with that, a sharp bang, and a loud cry, he slumped back against the wall. with a hole the size of Little Lamplight in his forehead.

Good, and intriguing.

Why thank you sir or madam :disguise: