"So kid, I haven't seen you in diamond city, or anywhere near Boston for that matter," Nick whispers as the sun sets behind the two of us as we snuck along the ruined streets near multiple raider camps.
"Oh, I only came to town a few days ago, all the weirdos showed up north,came down here, I know how to deal with them to a point," I whispered before he extended his arms out in front of me.
Two raiders stood outside a makeshift gate of tires, wood, scrap metal and barbed wire.
"A checkpoint camp, shit," Nick whispers while reloading a sniper. Before we could begin to strategize our move, a bunch of shots were fired and a loud scream was heard before stopping abruptly. I peek out of my spot to see 4 large purple hounds, feasting on the entrails of the gate guards. "Fuck..." A beast raises its head and sniffs the air. Then growls confirming our existence, and began approaching us. I climb into the dumpster next to me, Nick seemingly deactivates.
The beast searches the area and pokes Nick once, before leaving, and resumed its feast on the insane's flesh.
"Those hounds are terrifyingly smart." I remark as we silently slipped into the building next to us, and head to the 4th floor to get a good view.
"Jesus Christ," Nick gasps, kneeling while examining the bodies and new owners of the outpost.
Not even god could fix this.
Bodies littered the raider camp, guards once in posts replaced with grey futuristic armoured soldiers, most armed with assault rifles, others were armed with pistols, but one soldier had pure black armour and was wielding a sword. They looked like something out of a comic, and it was clear they were looking for something, evidenced by a fresh set of maps and equipment set up near ruined brick walls. They were clearly here to stay.
I only had two questions.
How long can I keep up my secret?
What are they looking for?
"Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,seventeen, there's....there's Twenty Three counting hounds," I nod, listening to him intently while formulating the perfect plan.
"If Either of us fire our guns, even if it's a "silent" sniper, we are fucked," he calculates.
"How many enemies without hounds?" I ask examining the camp's layout, the hounds at the gate have vacated the entrance. Only one guard is at the upper post, and the rest are gathered at the maps and equipment in the centre.
There was no back door to the checkpoint and the
"Well, there's only 20, the sword guy seems to be the leader of these soldiers, and I doubt they will let us through,"
"Perfect, see the dogs?," I pointed to the newly posted guards at the gate.
"You want us to steal one?" He asked sarcastically.
"They are carrion hunters, they'll feast on anything including their masters, so you with my burlap sack we can easily win them over, preferably the white one though she's the alpha of this pack," I say holding a potato sack.
"You mean sword guys fucking steed, hmmmm- lovely," He snarks as I rummage through my bag, and pull out a ceramic knife and a smoke bomb.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Nick whisper yelled.
"Providing a distraction!" I smile and jump from the building and throw the smoke bomb, hitting the upper guard in the face. I press a button on my knife turning it into a beautiful sword, which I successfully landed on the guards face with.
Nick reacts quickly and began the taming process.
The rest of the group got real pissed and decided to throw a hissy-fit, grabbing their weapons and firing them at me, not before several others had "mysteriously perished" in the smoke fog. After it dispersed nick busted through the gate riding on the hound.
"Hey! Take this!" I throw an alien gun to Nick.
He begins firing at the rest of the ranged armed guards and their armour seemingly melts instantly.
A purple light shines and 20 more soldiers appear. Time to go!
The black armoured soldier Points at us with his sword as he mounts his beast and yells at them in an unknown language. But I can barely make out the words: "SECTION 41-A5 World 9, CODE BLUE"
He get ruthlessly mauled by his own mount, his pack quickly expired he rest of the group with others fleeing. I got on the hound and we left quietly as if the street was not littered with corpses of cloned soldiers with laser guns where a supermutant could easily destroy the world ok- wait.
"We cant leave those guns, mutants" I sigh.
Nick stops the alpha hound and in turn the pack.
I left the pile of corpses, guns and meat, keeping the sword a map, another gun, and a helmet because why not?
I shot the gun at the pile, it made a large explosion. Surely would scare the neighbors meh, oh well.
We leave this place of blood like it was a distant memory or relative you don't like nor understand because they are werid, awkwardly, silently and maybe with a dog in tow.
Yeah we kept the hound, her name is Kora.
This was just the start unfortunately of a series of events, that lead to my death.