This is just a short version of an entire chapter I have for my upcoming novel: Fallout 3: A dark life. Sorry for the spelling errors, hehe.
Enjoy!

The soft rubble crunched quietly beneath my feet as I crept slowly over to the nearby pile of debrees. I was searching a old raider camp, said to be abandoned. Hiding between the debrees and an old bus, I pulled out my binoculars for a better look and what I saw was horrifying. The remains of slaughtered human beings, piked on old pitchforks more horrifying still was the crisp metallic scent of the freshly spilt blood. The camp apparentl, had been re-opened.

I pulled out my radar device and flipped it on, to my shock the screen was quickly lit with over ten little blips. Each a murdering psychopath bent on anarchy and destruction. This was going to be fun. Unslinging my rilfe I set it up on its bipod and flipped on my prototype laser sight. Loaded with newly aquired armor piercing rounds it was overkill for soft targets, one round could quite literally blow a man to pieces. One final check, easing my 10mm in its holster and checking that my body armor was secure and not in a position that would hamper my movement, I steadied myself for the assault.

Putting my eye to the sight, I began the work of scanning the compound, counting and mentally marking the positions of the raiders as I went. I'd be damned if I was going to miss one and let him get away, or worse get in a position to fight back. Finishing my count I moved the sight back toward the raider patrolling the bridge, he seemed the most heavily armed and likely the leader. With him out of commission they would hesitate momentarily. All I would need. Squeezing the trigger, I feel a small jolt as the heavy round leaves the barrel. A small click given off by the suppressor the only signal I had fired. Well, for an instant, the bullet struck the raider leader squarely in the eye blowing hid head apart in a fountain of human tissue and bone. Moving my aim toward the first guard tower, I could see the panic on his face. Good, fear is a powerful tool often underestimated. A second round takes him in the throat as I shift to the second and final tower. The sentry here has begun to recover and is panning his gaze around. His gaze falls where I am hidden and for a moment it seems we lock eyes, panic and fear are evident in his and I can almost feel the cold merciless determination in mine. My suppressore being nearly spent by the first two rounds, my third shot, though just as fatal is far from silent.

As the third guard dies the camp seems to come alive, their moment of hesitation and fear over the raiders are furious, and my third shot having given away my direction they begin streaming out of the camp. All according to plan. As they exit I shift my aim again, not towards a raider this time but instead toward a barrel of explosives I had seen earlier near the gate. Just as the first raider begins to pass through the gate the armor piercing round from my rifle rips through the soft steel of the barrel. The entire camp is shaken by a deafening boom. After recovering I find four more lie dead and the rest have retreated back into the camp. There can be no survivors.

The explosives had made short work of the rest of the meager defenses around the camp. Leaving my rifile where it is, I draw my pistol and slip quickly down to the ruins of the gate. Back flat against the wall I peek slowly around the corner, nearly instantly rounds rip into my cover. I duck back and wait. The fire stops and I hear one of the raiders laugh while the others shout curses and taunts. I'll show them. Spinning into the open I activate my Vault Tech Assisted Targeting System, time seems to slow down as the scene before me comes into focus. One of the fools is wearing a flame-thrower, an easy shot in these conditions. I fire a round right into the exposed gas tank over his shulder. Three raiders become instant human torches and fall to the ground writhing and screaming in pain. However it is not to be that easy, V.A.T.S power supply being momentarily depleted I find myself face to face with the lone survivor my pistol still aimed where the now burning raider had stood. He grins a half-mad victorious grin and fires back. His round strikes my left shoulder just above my heart, the impact strong enough to spin me around. I fall to the ground.

I can feel the shot has done me no real harm, my armor is far too tough to be broken through in a single shot, but the position it has left me in is far from ideal. Motionless on the ground I hear the unmistakeable whisk of steel leaving leather sheathe. I brace myself and wait until I hear the raiders footfalls stop right beside me. In an instant I spin onto my back, catch the raiders stab mid-thrust. Shock flashed across the raiders deep green eyes, shock followed by the sightless empty stare of death as I twist the blade free from his hand and thrust it violently into his throat.

Getting back to my feet, I stare silently for a moment down at his corpse. It's always a little traumatic, killing someone that close up, that personal, but this was justice. I began to turn to leave when suddenly I felt a hard crack against the back of my head. Apparently, I had missed one...

to be continued...

lol what makes you think you can publish it without a premission from Bethesda? lol nice try though

"I heard a boom, 2 screams of terror, and I flew in, my gun blarring"
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"Having heard an explosion and two screams of terror, I flew in with my gun(s?) blazing".

The first sentence can actually be a good choice in my opinion. The sequential (not sure of the word, I am not a native english speaker myself) writing makes the reader experience the events like the hero does. It simulate the quick succession of events. And, as for the boom, since the writer is, apparently, supposed to be the hero himself, it can make sense that he uses some "vulgar" words such as "boom", depending of his mentality.

pretty cool. how long is it though?

I wish the most luck to you in your pursuit for this Fallout novel. And remember to take care of copyright issues if you are going to publish it!

A strung out Lindsey Lohan or Britney Spears could play Moira Brown.

There is more to getting a book published than desire. There is the whole process of a publisher actually looking at it, thinking it is good and will sell, and then yes, the copyright approval and royalties. He is naive to think that it will be published at all. Let's not sugar coat it. Or should I say, let's not Sugar Bombs it! hahaha

There are all sorts of crap out there, WoW books, FF books.. Sure, I don't believe it will hit thru the walls and stones but if he really tries and his material is good, it'll be published.. Unless Bethesda is controlled by The Overseer.

As a rule, fanfiction is not allowed to be published.

Those you cite might be the exception, but for the most part 99% of fandoms will never be allowed to actually publish here in the U.S.

Just because something might be good, doesn't mean they automatically get the right to publish it. I've read some amazing Harry Potter fanfiction (go ahead, laugh) but it will never, ever be published. I'm an English undergraduate. I know that they are fantastic writers, but it doesn't change a thing. It's illegal. Not much you can do about that. We're lucky fanfiction is allowed. Some authors like Anne Rice and Terry Goodkind forbid any fanfiction at all, even just for fun.

The camp had been re-opened, aperently. I saw more to the horror that there were many raiders.

I pulled out my radar device, and it scenced at least 12 raiders in the area. This was going to be fun

I shifted my bonocullars from there holster

So what is the deal with these fantastic writers? They can put the pen to the page and have a way with words, a great writing style so to speak, but they have no creativity to come up with their own characters and storyline? For some, self included, imagination and creating a story outlined idea is the easy part, putting into a compelling book that people will want to read is the hard part. Writing was one of my better subjects in high school and college. I always did well. But, you really need to have the imagination AND write well to be a professional fiction writer. A good non-fiction writer on the other hand could lack some imagination but would need to be a good researcher of the facts AND write well. Just writing well doesn't cut it, nor does just having an imagination.

Having that said, like Mass Effect, Fallout is a fantastic story, so I could see why somebody would want to write their own stories about it. But agreed, it just isn't going to fly with the copyright holder.

Interesting fact about Anne Rice you shared. Her stories are OK but she could use some help expanding her universe by fanfiction. Maybe she is afraid the fans would come up with better stories than hers. If she is so sure of herself and her work, she has nothing to be afraid of in my opinion.

One hint: numbers are spelled out and never written as numbers.