I've been inspired to make a fan fic called Ranger Danger. It follows the story of an Arizona Ranger by the name of Rally.

Prologue: Don't Betray the Rangers.

Bell sat in that rusty old rocking chair, staring at the decaying rubber diner booth in front of him. He was actually thinking of taking that old ragged gown on the skeleton in the booth. Looking around the diner of dead bodies, he reached out to grab the gown very slowly, as if one of the corpses were to shoot him upright. Tearing apart the cobwebs attaching it to the skeleton, Bell ripped off the gown from the skeleton. He embraced it and quickly ran out of the diner. He ran into Rally, waiting with his arms crossed and a toothpick sticking out of his mouth.

"What took you so long?" he gazed into Bell's eyes.

Bell hesitated for a moment, looking down at his feet, rubbing his beard.

"This was all I found, boss-" Bell held up the gown, smiling toothily, "-I swear there wasn't anything important in there."

Rally turned around, looking all over. He felt the urge to go into the diner, but he was too afraid of dead people he just couldn't do it. Jumping on his brahmin, he gestured to Bell to get on. Rally rode his brahmin through the wasteland, not speaking a word to Bell the whole trip. They traveled miles and miles before they approached a huge struture that seemed to be a Pre-war hotel. They stopped there to rest, then the next morning left empty handed. They only realized it once they were in the Lobby.

"Bell, where's all our stuff?" Rally asked.

Bell dived into his pockets for the knife he had left there the night before, but couldn't feel anything. He looked at his belt for the revolver strapped to his pants, but there was no sign of any of their inventory.

"This is awfully strange. Maybe we forgot to take it before we left the hotel room." Rally turned and started walking towars the elevator.

He pressed the button for the elevator and he heard the usual humming sound a elevator makes when it's moving. But then the hum suddenly stopped. What he heard next was the most horrific sound he had ever heard. It sounded like a rabid killing machine. The elevator crashed down to earth like a bullet with so much pressure, the door blasted off its hinges and charged Rally to the ground, witch had a huge hole in from the impact.

Bell quickly ran to help Rally up. "You all right?" Rally got up with the help of Bell and nodded.

"Let's get out of this hellhole."

When the duo were revealed to bright sunshine, they saw their brahmin taken but the saddle was layed on the bike stand. Rally picked the saddle and found a note strapped beneath it.

It read:

Want to get your brahmin back? Follow the 8 footsteps in the sand...

Rally crumpled it up and threw it down. Following the footsteps, they found several blood stains a couple yards apart. From two miles away, they could see the rotting body of their poor brahmin layed out on the floor right next to an iron whip. The tip looked poisoned, almost as if that was what killed the brahmin. But it was doubted since the head was exploded and the legs cut off. This wasn't a good sign. Rally and Bell felt woozy and fell to the floor cracking up. In the haze of it all, right before they had closed they're eyes, they say two Arizona Rangers standing over them.

"Hey boys." the Ranger on the left smiled a tooth-less grin. "Good night." he pulled out a revolver and pointed it at Rally's head. Then, he pressed the trigger.

Interesting start, there are some grammatical errors. Something i don't like to donis use the same word twice in the same sentence or paragraph, it's helps with diction. Try it out.

Tried finding synonyms and as for the grammatical errors, I'll fix them. Oh and thanks for your criticism. Real helpful.

Okay, as unpopular as my prologue was, I've decided to continue the first part of the series.

Chapter 1: Into the Dark.

It was a miracle. Rally had opened his eyes. Surrounding him was a ton of doctors and nurses with sharp tools.

"He-he's alive. We did it." the doctor staring right at him shouted. He then turned around and showed an audience of at least a million people Rally's gross stiched up head. The audience cheered and everyone stood up and clapped. A weak but greatful grin spread across Rally's face. The air was filled with Nitrogen, causing him to slowly close his eyes.


Rally awoke once again but instead staring at a blank ceiling. Trying to get up, four nurses ran over to him to help him. Rally looked at all their faces and they were filled with grins from ear to ear. His view was blurry but was then quickly clear to him. He was in a patient room along with ghouls, men and women with power armor on. They had no helmets, just the armor and they seemed to be sleeping. But Rally wasn't sure. After observing his surroundings, he noticed he had a fatal pain in his skull. He touched it and it stung him, resulting in him to scream and the nurses to take control of his hands. The pain soon improved but it was still fatal. From the hallway to his left came a doctor with reading glasses into the patient room.

Aproaching Rally, he glared into his eyes then spoke. "You, young man, are a lucky sonofa[censored]." The doctor then chuckled and patted Rally on the shoulder. "Let's take a tour of this wonderful hospital and you just may discover what happened. Come with me."

The doctor, who revealed his name was Dr. Cabbrin, took Rally on a tour of the "wonderful" hospital. They passed by the Intensive Treatment where the doctor stated, "The unfortunate fellows in there are the local crazies and weirdos. Usually ghouls who have lost their mind to the FEV. A unique kind of FEV, actually, one that only east Colorado has. We got a name for ti, but it's just too rude so I best not ruin your day with unsatisfactory insults. Anyways, moving on..."

They then rode the elevator down to the Dark Space, a special area for special mutations of the East-Colorado FEV. Cabbrin hesitated for a moment and turned to Rally. "Things are gonna get ugly in here, literally. So it would be polite you don't scream." Rally had no idea what was going on, but he followed Cabbrin to a double black steel door. Before the doctor pulled on the handle, he looked back at Rally and put his finger over his lips. Then, the doors blasted open sending a gush of air into Rally's face.

What he saw was disgusting, horrid, gross, terrific. There were deformed faces in the shape of a blob, twisted legs that bent at every angle, bodies cut open to show organs and instestines. All of the mutated things were reaching out to grab the doctor and the gunslinger with either claws the size of an average human, or radiation spitting goo.

"This, my friend, is the East-Colorado FEV." Cabbrin announced. "When the time of the Great War, we were the number one target for nuclear testing by the American Government. The plan was to launch the Nuke into the river where there were no cities or communities but...they accidently re-targeted to all the cities and communities of East Colorado. They saw how strong it was so they used it in the War. The moral is, don't trust the goverment. Especially with taxes." Cabbrin laughed and led Rally out of the Dark Space.

"Considering how the skys turned Black during the war, and how a Brotherhood chapter originated in a Fallout shelter here, we called them the Dark Brotherhood. And...ummm...we need more Paladins and Knights. So...would you kindly join us?" Cabbrin asked politely.

Rally thought for a moment then responded. "I'd be glad to."