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One night he sees the lights of a town in the distance. It seems inhabited, while not too big (big equals well-defended), a good chance to get some killing done. He wonders if he can wipe out the whole town, just to test his skills.
At dawn he finally reaches the town gates. There is something extremely unusual about the front guard: he's a supermutant.
He greets the guard.
The guard doesn't greet back.
Biiig mistake.
Rabidly furious would be a severe understatement. In an instant, he whips up his Gauss and jolts a whining slug straight into the guard's thigh.
The EC passes right through the muscular leg, into the other leg and through that one too, before it ends its life buried about a foot down in the ground.
The mutant guard strangely enough hasn't noticed that his legs have been perforated yet, and he turns to see where the high-pitched noise came from. For some "strange" reason, his legs won't follow him. The giant thumps face down in the sand, a pool of blood forming under his thighs.
The guard wriggles to get up, but he can't move his legs. He lets out a cry of pain as the first nerves sense the loss of tissue.
He looks up to the wanderer, who is standing in the same position, with the gauss rifle cooling down at his hip. The guard panics and yells:
"CITY'S UNDER ATTA- WYONG!"
The guard doesn't say anymore. He'll probably never say anymore. A gauss slug has splintered his skull and his brain is now spread across the town gate.
But people heard the guard. Mutants, humans and a few ghouls run out of their houses to see what's going on. When they see the wanderer standing over the corpse of the mutant, most of them run back in their houses - possibly to get guns.
The wanderer looks quickly around before he runs into the closest house.
He locks the door behind him and examines the room. It seems like nobody's home, or they're asleep upstairs, unaffected by the ruckus at the gates.
He knocks over a bookcase and a table to use as cover when the town inhabitants most surely breach in. He unstraps the Bozar from his back and sets it up on the bookcase facing the door. He readies a few extra clips on the floor and positions himself behind the bulky support weapon. He knew he'd have use for a Bozar sometime.
The adrenaline flows in his veins. He sweats slightly. He's prepared now, they can just bust in anytime they want...
TO BE CONTINUED
At dawn he finally reaches the town gates. There is something extremely unusual about the front guard: he's a supermutant.
He greets the guard.
The guard doesn't greet back.
Biiig mistake.
Rabidly furious would be a severe understatement. In an instant, he whips up his Gauss and jolts a whining slug straight into the guard's thigh.
The EC passes right through the muscular leg, into the other leg and through that one too, before it ends its life buried about a foot down in the ground.
The mutant guard strangely enough hasn't noticed that his legs have been perforated yet, and he turns to see where the high-pitched noise came from. For some "strange" reason, his legs won't follow him. The giant thumps face down in the sand, a pool of blood forming under his thighs.
The guard wriggles to get up, but he can't move his legs. He lets out a cry of pain as the first nerves sense the loss of tissue.
He looks up to the wanderer, who is standing in the same position, with the gauss rifle cooling down at his hip. The guard panics and yells:
"CITY'S UNDER ATTA- WYONG!"
The guard doesn't say anymore. He'll probably never say anymore. A gauss slug has splintered his skull and his brain is now spread across the town gate.
But people heard the guard. Mutants, humans and a few ghouls run out of their houses to see what's going on. When they see the wanderer standing over the corpse of the mutant, most of them run back in their houses - possibly to get guns.
The wanderer looks quickly around before he runs into the closest house.
He locks the door behind him and examines the room. It seems like nobody's home, or they're asleep upstairs, unaffected by the ruckus at the gates.
He knocks over a bookcase and a table to use as cover when the town inhabitants most surely breach in. He unstraps the Bozar from his back and sets it up on the bookcase facing the door. He readies a few extra clips on the floor and positions himself behind the bulky support weapon. He knew he'd have use for a Bozar sometime.
The adrenaline flows in his veins. He sweats slightly. He's prepared now, they can just bust in anytime they want...
TO BE CONTINUED
