Its hot. Damn hot. The blazing sun is baking the wasteland dry, as if it wasnt already. Im sweating bullets and Im tired. Ive been walking since noon yesterday. So, im taking a break, even with those Raiders following me.

Im sitting on crate, back against a rusted out Corvega, thumbing thru a tattered and damp Pugilism Illustrated magazine. The overpass above is giving me shade and a rare breeze adds to the relaxation, even if it is accompanied by a whirlwind of dust.
My eyes are heavy but alert, my movement slow but precise. Im in that zone between exhaustion and adrenaline. My dire circumstances has given me a second wind, and as I stare at an article on Mixed Martial Arts, I sit idly, awaiting the slightest sound, sight, or even smell that might warn me of danger.

Nonetheless, despite my experienced habits of staying vigilant at all costs, my mind still wanders. I think of the Ruins. I think of the towering sturctures that stand cold and foreboding, derelict giants from a lost world and forgotten time. I recall the broken avenues lined with corroded shells of metal, barely recognizable as the cars they once were. Most of all I think of the silence. I was never around for it, but I can tell that the Cities used to be alive and full of sound. People bustling to and from, cars revving by, the noise of a civilization. A civilization that has come and gone, leaving only the ghostly howl of the wind to fill its empty streets. I imagine how the sun, so hot and harsh in my time, wouldve been welcome and warming in theirs. An odd sort of focus between the past and now, something we shared, but in different ways.

The sun. So bright it hurts me eyes but i find myself looking into it, like my link to the imagination of the Pre-War. I wonder how...

Something else, bright and made of fire, flashes over head. Between the sun and I it passes and lands 12feet in front of me in a burst of glass and flame. DAMN!! I fell asleep!!!!

"YYYEEEEAAAAHHHHH. Time to eat!!!" A Raider shouts. His lean and muscled figure armored with leather and scrap metal, leaps over a pile of rubble, a second molitov in hand. Following him are two more Raiders and a mangy dog.

I jump up from my seat, grab my shotgun, and peer thru the cracks and holes in the Corvegas body. Four on one....Im low on ammo. I havent slept in 2 days. Alright!!! Time to play....................

Nicely written i havn't seen a fanfic from a first person perspective in a while!!!