» Sat May 28, 2011 4:44 pm
Chapter 3
8:30 Megaton, Capitol Wasteland
The ghoul woke up, bloodshot eyes and a thirsty throat. His head felt like it had got slammed with a lead pipe. He couldn’t even begin to process what
had just happened. A piece of his long lost past had just been revealed. He could remember the dream like it was yesterday. He remembered the pain of the chair...
the family watching him... He needed a drink. A nice glass of hard whiskey to clear his head, or make him drunk, which ever comes first.
He walked down the stairs, still woozy from the experience.
“Gemme' the strongest stuff you got,” said the ghoul.
“You got it.” said Gob.
“Ahh [censored] it, I hate this [censored] thing,” Gob said banging the radio,''It completely shuts off for no reason. Why did Moriarty even buy this stupid piece of junk.”
“Here let me see it, I've learned a few tricks in my day that might help,” said the ghoul.
He opened it up. It was an easy fix. He could do it drunk, it he wasn't already.
“Your power cell was loose there, should be good now,” said the ghoul
“Thanks, um um, sorry forgot your name.”
“So did I,” said the ghoul
“Ya whatever,” said Gob as he rolled his eyes.
The ghoul couldn't let this dream slow him down. He had to get to The Mall. He had traveled all the way from Detroit to see this. The ghoul knew he could drink dirty
water, but the sweet, crystal taste of the Old World's water was worth killing for here.
“Thanks for everything Gob,” said the ghoul
“Ya, no problem, oh and if you're going to Underworld, tell Carol I said hi,” responded Gob.
“Underworld?”
“Ya you know the place with all the ghouls. It's the only place in the Capitol Wasteland where you and me get some respect.” said Gob with enthusiasm.
“Really, where is it?” said the ghoul.
“The Mall, in the Museum of History,” said Gob.
“No [censored], I was going over to The Mall, thanks for the tip.
The ghoul quickly walked out of the bar hoping that nobody heard where he was going, It was stupid of him to even say where he was going. Rule #12, make sure
nobody can or is already following you.
He was rushing out of town. He skipped Rule #6, make sure you have your [censored] together, always. He was sure he had enough ammo, but he still needed some
stimpacks and whiskey was always, well for him it was almost needed. He headed out toward the wasteland. He had never been in The Capital Wasteland before so
Rule #17 was in place. Shoot everything you see that looks, sounds or smells like trouble. Out of the corner of his eye, he could of sworn he saw a shadow of a dog.
The wasteland must have made him crazy, or the whiskey. The journey was easy for about 2 hours after that, then he saw the city. The rumors were right, this place
was a [censored]hole. The rubble at places were at least 20 meters high.
This was going to be a rough journey.
He swam through the river as fast and as quietly as he could. Rule #2, swimming is fun, and the easiest way for an enemy to kill you. When he got to the other side,
he could here danger.
“How far until Megaton Dad,” said a high pitched voice.
“Shut up Jeff, someone my hear us,” said the father.
They were over a hill so the ghoul couldn't see them. He didn't want to waste any ammo, or kill them, wasn't his style. He always had a smile when he saw a father
and his son anyway.
“My feet hurt,” said Jeff.
“Son I'm gonna tell you one more time, be quiet.” said the father.
The ghoul heard them run away to the north, so he slowly walked up the hill. He could either go through the subway tunnels, which were probably filled with raiders
and could be flooded, so he decided to go with the pile of rubble. He didn't like subways anyways. Creepy and they smelled like [censored]. He knew he had to go with his
decision when he sprinted to the rubble. He heard a super mutant...
“Hey, who there? Gib Bob, that you? I'm coming there.”
The ghoul heard the footsteps about 30 meters away. He climbed. He heard the steps getting closer. The ghoul was aching from pain. He was too
old for this [censored].
The super mutant looked around the rubble. A dead silence filled the air. The mutant seemed confused until he saw a barrel of a rifle.
“Found-” POW!
A clean shot, straight through the mutant's skull.
“Boom,” laughed the ghoul.
“NOOOOO YOU STUPID HUMAN!!!!” screamed a very angry mutant
The ghoul heard the thousands of shots soar past him as the mutant went on a rampage with his mini gun. The ghoul jumped down the rubble as a bullet skinned his
ear. When the ghoul landed the jump, he heard a crack in his right ankle. The adrenaline had already kicked in so he couldn't feel any pain yet. He ran toward the
end of the street panting and out of breath. Finally hope.
“B.O.S Mall Outpost”
“[censored], I hate the Brotherhood, but it will have to do,” said the ghoul out of breath.
Everything was calm again. The mutant couldn't even get passed the rubble. The ghoul came up against his next challenge. A bridge. A simple invention, but he had
seen them turned into death traps before. This one was riddled with cars. An almost perfect ambush. It was the bridge, or the river which had a body flowing down it
at the time. Bridge it is. He limped to the first car. Rule #10, Bridges and mines are together like birds that can fly. He saw the first mine. He crept up toward it, it
beeped twice but the ghoul was no stranger to these baby’s and got the disarming switch. He checked under the car he was going to next before he went to it. Sure
enough he saw one. He got to it with ease, even with his ankle in it's condition. Then there was a problem, 10 mines placed in a smiley face in the middle of the
bridge. This was trouble. He obviously couldn't disarm all of them. He was thinking when he got another rush like the one before.
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“Come on just climb the side of it, its fun! Come on even if you fall you'll land in the water.” said the kid in a swim suit.
“Why do I always listen to you?” said the smaller child
“I'm older, which makes me your older brother and older people are the boss of the younger kids, so I'm the boss,” said the older brother.
“Fine I'll do it.” moaned the kid brother.
The sign across the water read “The Rio Grande, United Stated-Mexico Border.
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The ghoul snapped into reality. He knew what he had to do. He slowly went over the railing. Inching his way across the bridge. He slipped and lost his balance but a
finger held him in place. If he could, he would be sweating right now. He fought onward, hoping this torture would end. His mid was racing and he forgot where he
was. He had his eyes closed, then he remembered to open them. He was at the end of the bridge! He laughed as he hopped off. It wasn't so bad. Just nerve racking.
He saw the next sign to The Mall and walked onward.. One last pile of rubble. He froze. A dog was looking at him. The ghoul slowly pulled out his .357 and aimed at
it. With a burst of speed it ran off into the ally. He was being watched. By who, he did not know. He limped toward the next rubble pile, a mere 5 meters, nothing
liked the last one. He was still struggling though. His ankle was getting worse. It was swollen like an apple now and he couldn't put any pressure on it. He was
crawling over the damn thing when he finally saw it, The Mall. He saw the Washington Monument, the (once) Reflecting Lake. He finally made it. He started hopping
on his left foot toward the Monument. He froze a second and maybe his last time.
"Hey human, member' me, GIB BOB!!!”
