Fallout Chapter 2: Following in his Footsteps
Private stepped outside and was greeted kwa the bright sun. He’s never seen a light so bright before due to the fact he’s lived inside an underground kuba all his life. His eyes were able to adjust to the bright sunlight, and as soon as he did he saw the outside world. Wasteland, everything around him was destroyed. Roads, nearby houses, the landscape, everything. Private followed the road, thinking it would lead him to where his father is. As he’s waddling, he can’t help but to look at all the destruction around him, and agreeing with his father. War has done this world no favors, only terrible things. Private checked his surroundings to see if he could find anything useful. Nothing on the ground so he looked in old mailboxes to see if anything could be in there. He found some Stimpaks and even two frag grenades in there. Not sure why they were in there, but he wasn’t going to swali something like that in this period of time. And it would have to do since he only has a pistol with limited ammo and the kuba 101 jumpsuit on his back.
Private waddled the lonely road for quite sometime now. It was hot, and he was getting thirsty as he kept going. But he soon found a bunch of aircrafts built together into one. As he got closer he saw a guard robot standing there. It greeted Private and welcomed him to the city known as Megaton. The big aircraft doors opened and Private went inside. Inside was a small city, all built from any scraps that the people could find. It didn’t look great like one of the big cities like New York au San Francisco, but any nyumbani for anyone was good enough. As he entered town, a tall ringed tail lemur wearing a cowboy outfit walked up to the penguin, auk and introduced himself.
“Howdy there partner! Welcome to Da City of Megaton!”
Julien damn it, that’s not how the character in the video game talks and you’re not using proper English.
“Oh I know, but I thought it be funnier if I talked that way.”
This story isn’t suppose to be funny anyways, it’s supposed to be an adventure story that’s a onyesha a close father and son bond. Oh great, now I’m speaking out of narrative. Just don’t break character again, okay? Now then, as I was saying. A ringed tail lemur walked up to Private and introduced himself.
“Been a while since we’ve had a visitor here,” alisema Julien. “Welcome to Megaton. Name’s Julien, town sheriff and mayor too.”
“My name is Private,” the penguin, auk replied. “I’m from kuba 101.”
“Really? Not often that kuba dwellers roam the Wasteland these days. What brings out here exactly?”
“I’m looking for my father. He’s a penguin, auk like me, but with a flat head, and he’s name is Skipper.”
“Sorry, I don’t really keep track of every visitor we have in this town. But wewe could go around asking if the people here seen him. I suggest starting off the Tavern, it’s just up ahead, sekunde level of the city, can’t miss it since it says ’TAVERN’ in big bold letters.”
Private thanked the nice lemur and waddled his way to the Tavern. On his way there, he saw a giant atomic bomb just sitting in the middle of town. Private got a bit worried, but saw a couple of towns people worshiping the bomb. Not sure why they were doing that, au even wanted to think why people would believe a bomb in the middle of a town would be a god but he just ignored it and moved on. Private went up the ramp that led to the sekunde floor and the Tavern was the first building to appear. He went in and took a kiti, kiti cha on the barstool. Private really wanted a drink of water, but sadly he had no money to buy one. Just then a penguin, which was the bar tender, turned around and alisema hi to Private, and when Private got good look at him he got scared and fell out the stool.
“Don’t hurt me!” alisema Private.
“This doesn‘t surprise me,” alisema the Bartender.
Private opened his eyes and got a good look at bar tender and saw his deformed skin. He looked like an undead zombie. Pieces of skin missing, full white eyes, just nothing Private has ever seen before.
“What are you?” asked Private.
“Haven’t wewe ever seen a ghoul before, wewe know, mutant?” answered The Bartender.
“N-no.”
“Oh that figures. You’re a kuba dweller, so of course you’ve never seen one?”
“How did wewe know I’m from a vault?”
“Your jumpsuit. But don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you.”
Private got back up and sat back on the barstool. “The teacher at my kuba never told me about people like wewe before.”
“Of course. Just like me, mutants get treated like crap just because the way we look, and it’s not even our damn fault.”
“How did wewe get like this?”
“Try to guess how old I am.”
“Uh...you’re thirty-five?”
“Try two hundred and thirty-five years old.”
“What, but how did wewe live for so long?”
“I was alive when the 2077 apocalypse happened. I survived all the nukes, but the radiation did this to me, and so many other animals. We age differently, actually, I don’t even know I even age anymore. But the sad is that the radiation had worse effects on others.”
“What do wewe mean?”
“For one, some wanyama that were turned into ghouls just completely Lost it and went feral. They’re nothing but a danger now and attack anything on sight. If wewe ever see one, be careful, they won’t onyesha any mercy. And sekunde we’re not the only type mutants around. There are also Super Mutants; those ones are the most dangerous.”
“What makes them zaidi dangerous?”
“Well, they’re bigger and stronger for one, and these guys actually have a mind unlike my feral brothers and sisters. Rumor has it they somehow found heavy firepower like mini-guns and flamethrowers. And judging kwa your little pistol right there, wewe wouldn’t stand a chance. And they will attack any animal no matter what after they been shunned like the rest of us mutants.”
“Oh dear,”
“Hey, ugly!” alisema a voice that came behind Private.
Private turned around and saw a puffin in an all white suit, black fedora, and sunglasses.
“Quit talking to this penguin,” alisema the puffin. “Before I tell your boss your not working and wewe lose a siku of pay.”
The Bartender just grumbled as he went back to work. As for Private, the puffin took him to a small table, sat down with him and began talking to him about a possible deal.
“My, my,” alisema the puffin. “Just when I aliyopewa up all hope you’ve come to me. My name is Hans and I’m very happy to make your acquaintance.”
“My name is Private,” he replied. “Why are wewe so happy to see me?”
“My dear boy, wewe obviously aren’t a resident here in Megaton, unless of course wewe killed someone for that jumpsuit. But even then, you’re still a valuable individual, and you’d be perfect for a job I need done.”
“What’s in it for me if I help you?”
“Anything wewe want. I’m a wealthy animal that’s comes from a good place.”
“Could wewe help me find my father?”
“If that’s what wewe want, I’d zaidi then happy to help.”
“Great! Now what do I have to do?”
Hans got close to Private, and put a Fusion Pulse Charge. “Rig this to the atomic bomb and blow it up.”
“Wait what?”
“Oh come on, wewe have no connection to anyone in this town. Besides I have some wanyama interested in the land here and have big plans for it, which will bring me big money.”
“But all these wanyama here will die!”
“Shh! Look around, Private. The world has ended, and these wanyama are just living on scraps. wewe don’t want to help wanyama like this. wewe want to be with wanyama like me. Rich, powerful, we can get things done and help rebuild this world in our own image. Besides, I can help wewe find your father. Isn’t that wewe want?”
“Yes, but-”
“Just take the charge. I know you’ll make the right choice. Now I’ll be leaving here in a few minute, once wewe finish rigging the bomb meet me at this location.”
Hans gave Private a piece of paper, which had directions to the place the puffin wanted to see the penguin, auk afterwards. Hans got his things ready and was going to leave very soon. Private had a huge decision to make. Hans could help him find his father, but he didn’t want to kill so many animals. Even though he wanted to find him badly, he knew this isn’t what his dad would want so he did the right thing and told Julien what Hans had planned. Private told Julien Hans’s plans and was shocked to hear this, so ran right to the Tavern to take care of this problem.
“The jig’s up, Hans!” alisema Julien.
“Whatever do wewe mean?” questioned Hans, sounding confident.
“Don’t play coy with me, I know what you’re up to.”
“So the penguin, auk opened his big beak. Shame, we could have been great business partners and yet wewe threw your chance away.”
“Enough talk. You’re coming with me, now!”
“Alright, I guess I have no choice.”
Hans got up and went with Julien to the town’s jail, au so the ring tailed lemur thought. Hans pulled out his gun and shot Julien twice in the sides. He fell to the ground, holding his sides and Hans was ready to give the killing shot. But in quick reaction Private pulled out his pistol, and with one shot to the head the penguin, auk was able to kill the puffin before he wasted Julien.
“You saved me life!” alisema Julien, with joy and pain in the same time.
“I had to do something,” alisema Private.
“Well wewe did this town well, and on behalf of everyone in the city, we thank you.”
“Still, he alisema he’d help me find my father if I blew up the town. Not sure who to ask now.”
“What does your father look like?” asked the Bartender.
“A bit taller than me, flat head, blue eyes.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen him actually. He stopped kwa to get a drink, was one of the first wanyama I’ve met who didn’t yell au hit me because of the way I looked.”
“Did he say where he was going?”
“He was going to-”
“Don’t wewe dare tell him!” alisema a voice.
Private looked to his left and saw the owner of the Tavern has come back from his daily walk. He was an otter with an Irish accent, and just didn‘t have one of those friendly faces.
“What do wewe mean don’t tell them?” asked The Bartender. “This kid just saved the town, so he deserves to know where his dad is.”
“Ohhh, so it’s you,” alisema the owner. “Let me ask wewe kid, how does it feel being out of the kuba again?”
“Again?” Private questioned. “What do wewe mean? I was born and raised in the Vault.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Is that what your daddy told you? Should of known he’d fill your head up with lies.”
“No, I was born in kuba 101! He wouldn’t lie to me like this.”
“I’m sorry, son, but that just isn’t true. wewe see your father brought wewe into the kuba after wewe were born to keep wewe safe. I still remember the siku since wewe were in my Tavern after all. It was, your father, that tall smart penguin, and one of their Marafiki from the Brotherhood of Steel. And then where was you, the little baby penguin, auk without a mother. I am sorry about what happened to her truly.”
“So he left me, and lied about me being born in the Vault?”
“Don’t feel too bad about it, kid. Your father’s a good penguin, knowing him he had reasons for leaving and lying.”
“Can wewe tell me where he is?”
“Sure, for a hundred caps.”
“Caps, what are caps?”
“You know, bottle caps. Money.”
“But I don’t have any caps,”
“Then I guess I won’t tell you,”
“Here,” alisema Julien, giving the Owner a hundred caps. “You’re nothing but a cheapskate bastard wewe know that?”
“Oh, Julien I’m so hurt. Anyways, your father went to the Galaxy News Radio Station, southwest from here.”
“Thanks,” alisema Private.
Private alisema thanks, got a bottle of water from the Bartender, and took his leave. But before he did Julien gave the penguin, auk a small gift. It was a bit of leather. Julien told Private to put the parts on his jumpsuit and it would protect him a little bit better. Private was thankful as he put the armor on, and perfect fit. Private inayofuata stop now was the Galaxy News Radio Station to hopefully find his father.
Private stepped outside and was greeted kwa the bright sun. He’s never seen a light so bright before due to the fact he’s lived inside an underground kuba all his life. His eyes were able to adjust to the bright sunlight, and as soon as he did he saw the outside world. Wasteland, everything around him was destroyed. Roads, nearby houses, the landscape, everything. Private followed the road, thinking it would lead him to where his father is. As he’s waddling, he can’t help but to look at all the destruction around him, and agreeing with his father. War has done this world no favors, only terrible things. Private checked his surroundings to see if he could find anything useful. Nothing on the ground so he looked in old mailboxes to see if anything could be in there. He found some Stimpaks and even two frag grenades in there. Not sure why they were in there, but he wasn’t going to swali something like that in this period of time. And it would have to do since he only has a pistol with limited ammo and the kuba 101 jumpsuit on his back.
Private waddled the lonely road for quite sometime now. It was hot, and he was getting thirsty as he kept going. But he soon found a bunch of aircrafts built together into one. As he got closer he saw a guard robot standing there. It greeted Private and welcomed him to the city known as Megaton. The big aircraft doors opened and Private went inside. Inside was a small city, all built from any scraps that the people could find. It didn’t look great like one of the big cities like New York au San Francisco, but any nyumbani for anyone was good enough. As he entered town, a tall ringed tail lemur wearing a cowboy outfit walked up to the penguin, auk and introduced himself.
“Howdy there partner! Welcome to Da City of Megaton!”
Julien damn it, that’s not how the character in the video game talks and you’re not using proper English.
“Oh I know, but I thought it be funnier if I talked that way.”
This story isn’t suppose to be funny anyways, it’s supposed to be an adventure story that’s a onyesha a close father and son bond. Oh great, now I’m speaking out of narrative. Just don’t break character again, okay? Now then, as I was saying. A ringed tail lemur walked up to Private and introduced himself.
“Been a while since we’ve had a visitor here,” alisema Julien. “Welcome to Megaton. Name’s Julien, town sheriff and mayor too.”
“My name is Private,” the penguin, auk replied. “I’m from kuba 101.”
“Really? Not often that kuba dwellers roam the Wasteland these days. What brings out here exactly?”
“I’m looking for my father. He’s a penguin, auk like me, but with a flat head, and he’s name is Skipper.”
“Sorry, I don’t really keep track of every visitor we have in this town. But wewe could go around asking if the people here seen him. I suggest starting off the Tavern, it’s just up ahead, sekunde level of the city, can’t miss it since it says ’TAVERN’ in big bold letters.”
Private thanked the nice lemur and waddled his way to the Tavern. On his way there, he saw a giant atomic bomb just sitting in the middle of town. Private got a bit worried, but saw a couple of towns people worshiping the bomb. Not sure why they were doing that, au even wanted to think why people would believe a bomb in the middle of a town would be a god but he just ignored it and moved on. Private went up the ramp that led to the sekunde floor and the Tavern was the first building to appear. He went in and took a kiti, kiti cha on the barstool. Private really wanted a drink of water, but sadly he had no money to buy one. Just then a penguin, which was the bar tender, turned around and alisema hi to Private, and when Private got good look at him he got scared and fell out the stool.
“Don’t hurt me!” alisema Private.
“This doesn‘t surprise me,” alisema the Bartender.
Private opened his eyes and got a good look at bar tender and saw his deformed skin. He looked like an undead zombie. Pieces of skin missing, full white eyes, just nothing Private has ever seen before.
“What are you?” asked Private.
“Haven’t wewe ever seen a ghoul before, wewe know, mutant?” answered The Bartender.
“N-no.”
“Oh that figures. You’re a kuba dweller, so of course you’ve never seen one?”
“How did wewe know I’m from a vault?”
“Your jumpsuit. But don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you.”
Private got back up and sat back on the barstool. “The teacher at my kuba never told me about people like wewe before.”
“Of course. Just like me, mutants get treated like crap just because the way we look, and it’s not even our damn fault.”
“How did wewe get like this?”
“Try to guess how old I am.”
“Uh...you’re thirty-five?”
“Try two hundred and thirty-five years old.”
“What, but how did wewe live for so long?”
“I was alive when the 2077 apocalypse happened. I survived all the nukes, but the radiation did this to me, and so many other animals. We age differently, actually, I don’t even know I even age anymore. But the sad is that the radiation had worse effects on others.”
“What do wewe mean?”
“For one, some wanyama that were turned into ghouls just completely Lost it and went feral. They’re nothing but a danger now and attack anything on sight. If wewe ever see one, be careful, they won’t onyesha any mercy. And sekunde we’re not the only type mutants around. There are also Super Mutants; those ones are the most dangerous.”
“What makes them zaidi dangerous?”
“Well, they’re bigger and stronger for one, and these guys actually have a mind unlike my feral brothers and sisters. Rumor has it they somehow found heavy firepower like mini-guns and flamethrowers. And judging kwa your little pistol right there, wewe wouldn’t stand a chance. And they will attack any animal no matter what after they been shunned like the rest of us mutants.”
“Oh dear,”
“Hey, ugly!” alisema a voice that came behind Private.
Private turned around and saw a puffin in an all white suit, black fedora, and sunglasses.
“Quit talking to this penguin,” alisema the puffin. “Before I tell your boss your not working and wewe lose a siku of pay.”
The Bartender just grumbled as he went back to work. As for Private, the puffin took him to a small table, sat down with him and began talking to him about a possible deal.
“My, my,” alisema the puffin. “Just when I aliyopewa up all hope you’ve come to me. My name is Hans and I’m very happy to make your acquaintance.”
“My name is Private,” he replied. “Why are wewe so happy to see me?”
“My dear boy, wewe obviously aren’t a resident here in Megaton, unless of course wewe killed someone for that jumpsuit. But even then, you’re still a valuable individual, and you’d be perfect for a job I need done.”
“What’s in it for me if I help you?”
“Anything wewe want. I’m a wealthy animal that’s comes from a good place.”
“Could wewe help me find my father?”
“If that’s what wewe want, I’d zaidi then happy to help.”
“Great! Now what do I have to do?”
Hans got close to Private, and put a Fusion Pulse Charge. “Rig this to the atomic bomb and blow it up.”
“Wait what?”
“Oh come on, wewe have no connection to anyone in this town. Besides I have some wanyama interested in the land here and have big plans for it, which will bring me big money.”
“But all these wanyama here will die!”
“Shh! Look around, Private. The world has ended, and these wanyama are just living on scraps. wewe don’t want to help wanyama like this. wewe want to be with wanyama like me. Rich, powerful, we can get things done and help rebuild this world in our own image. Besides, I can help wewe find your father. Isn’t that wewe want?”
“Yes, but-”
“Just take the charge. I know you’ll make the right choice. Now I’ll be leaving here in a few minute, once wewe finish rigging the bomb meet me at this location.”
Hans gave Private a piece of paper, which had directions to the place the puffin wanted to see the penguin, auk afterwards. Hans got his things ready and was going to leave very soon. Private had a huge decision to make. Hans could help him find his father, but he didn’t want to kill so many animals. Even though he wanted to find him badly, he knew this isn’t what his dad would want so he did the right thing and told Julien what Hans had planned. Private told Julien Hans’s plans and was shocked to hear this, so ran right to the Tavern to take care of this problem.
“The jig’s up, Hans!” alisema Julien.
“Whatever do wewe mean?” questioned Hans, sounding confident.
“Don’t play coy with me, I know what you’re up to.”
“So the penguin, auk opened his big beak. Shame, we could have been great business partners and yet wewe threw your chance away.”
“Enough talk. You’re coming with me, now!”
“Alright, I guess I have no choice.”
Hans got up and went with Julien to the town’s jail, au so the ring tailed lemur thought. Hans pulled out his gun and shot Julien twice in the sides. He fell to the ground, holding his sides and Hans was ready to give the killing shot. But in quick reaction Private pulled out his pistol, and with one shot to the head the penguin, auk was able to kill the puffin before he wasted Julien.
“You saved me life!” alisema Julien, with joy and pain in the same time.
“I had to do something,” alisema Private.
“Well wewe did this town well, and on behalf of everyone in the city, we thank you.”
“Still, he alisema he’d help me find my father if I blew up the town. Not sure who to ask now.”
“What does your father look like?” asked the Bartender.
“A bit taller than me, flat head, blue eyes.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen him actually. He stopped kwa to get a drink, was one of the first wanyama I’ve met who didn’t yell au hit me because of the way I looked.”
“Did he say where he was going?”
“He was going to-”
“Don’t wewe dare tell him!” alisema a voice.
Private looked to his left and saw the owner of the Tavern has come back from his daily walk. He was an otter with an Irish accent, and just didn‘t have one of those friendly faces.
“What do wewe mean don’t tell them?” asked The Bartender. “This kid just saved the town, so he deserves to know where his dad is.”
“Ohhh, so it’s you,” alisema the owner. “Let me ask wewe kid, how does it feel being out of the kuba again?”
“Again?” Private questioned. “What do wewe mean? I was born and raised in the Vault.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Is that what your daddy told you? Should of known he’d fill your head up with lies.”
“No, I was born in kuba 101! He wouldn’t lie to me like this.”
“I’m sorry, son, but that just isn’t true. wewe see your father brought wewe into the kuba after wewe were born to keep wewe safe. I still remember the siku since wewe were in my Tavern after all. It was, your father, that tall smart penguin, and one of their Marafiki from the Brotherhood of Steel. And then where was you, the little baby penguin, auk without a mother. I am sorry about what happened to her truly.”
“So he left me, and lied about me being born in the Vault?”
“Don’t feel too bad about it, kid. Your father’s a good penguin, knowing him he had reasons for leaving and lying.”
“Can wewe tell me where he is?”
“Sure, for a hundred caps.”
“Caps, what are caps?”
“You know, bottle caps. Money.”
“But I don’t have any caps,”
“Then I guess I won’t tell you,”
“Here,” alisema Julien, giving the Owner a hundred caps. “You’re nothing but a cheapskate bastard wewe know that?”
“Oh, Julien I’m so hurt. Anyways, your father went to the Galaxy News Radio Station, southwest from here.”
“Thanks,” alisema Private.
Private alisema thanks, got a bottle of water from the Bartender, and took his leave. But before he did Julien gave the penguin, auk a small gift. It was a bit of leather. Julien told Private to put the parts on his jumpsuit and it would protect him a little bit better. Private was thankful as he put the armor on, and perfect fit. Private inayofuata stop now was the Galaxy News Radio Station to hopefully find his father.