So I got writers block and was playing Fallout. I thought, "Wow, I love this game! I need to make a story in it!" And thous, this story was born! I made this before the... fifth? Chapter of Anko potter and I think in the middle of my Forced Soldier story. I'll still be working on those by the way, but this is all for my own fun and enjoyment, so why I love you all so very much, I just can't force myself to write for a story when I'm not feeling it. I'll feel it again soon and get the next chapter out, but I have a backlog of this to hold y'all over. I hope you enjoy this new addition to my stories!

Chapter 1 - Not my fault

"Oh shit NO!" Death cried as he watched a young boy about to be stabbed by his drunk uncle. "Fate will be all over my ass if that happens! AGAIN!" Death reached into the world and grabbed the young child of thirteen and threw him out of the way to another dimension before the uncle could kill him. In his haste, he wasn't watching where he threw the boy. The throw being more of a haphazard toss over the shoulder than moving something out of the way of harm. Left behind in the boy's place was a stray spirit and a scared Vernon. Death plucked the spirit out of the realm, thinking one of the critters had gotten loose again. 'Fucking stupid things. Always wanting freedom. Give them heaven and they still run! This one looks evil though... So back to hell with ya~'

After he sucked the spirit back into the pits of hell that was his stomach, he exhaled a sigh of relief, "Woo! Crisis adverted!" Death looked around his section of the universe, but did not see the Fate's chosen one. "New crisis created! Shit! Uh, uh, uh. Not my domain anymore~!" The god sang out in horror as he ran away from the scene. Death accidentally took Fate's old chosen one too soon, a 'Eddard Stark' and she kicked his ass for centuries for that offense, so he did not want to be anywhere near the scene when it was discovered. His mistake would not be noticed for a long while as Fate had more confidence in humanity to let it be for a few years at a time as she concocted more entertainment in other realities.

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"No uncle, no!" I cry with my eyes closed. When the knife blow doesn't come, I crack open my eyes and see what is stopping the man, only to see that Vernon is nowhere in sight, that I am somehow in a concrete building. How did I get here? Checking around myself, I see only a room full of disrepair and broken furniture with crap all over it. I probably shouldn't make a nois-, my stomach took this mental command as a signal for rebellion. It let out a roaring growl from five weeks living off bread crumbs and burnt food coupled with the start of puberty. Thank you body, for finally letting me know you are hungry in the worst place imaginable.

With cation in my every movement, I get to my feet, weary of anyone who heard that roar and walk around the room to search for something to tell me where I am. With the search is my hunt for some food. Though, judging by just how bad this building is, I don't think I'll find anything more than a squatter.

I open up one of the desk draws of the many I see through the building, but I find nothing but bottlecaps in the draws. 'Why are there so many bottlecaps around?' I just close the draw back up, leaving it undisturbed before going off hunting further into the building, I notice the place's structure gets worse and worse as I advance. I soon come to a hall with the ceiling collapsed to the ground, but that isn't what shocks me. Under the rubble is a man who is obviously dead, but his body is very bloated and yellow, which stands out in his tattered white lab coat. In front of him is a bag which I grab when I get over my fear of the dead body. He isn't using it and it could have some food.

I move back to the room I came in from and open the bag. Inside is a journal, some books and a thermos. I snatch the container out of the bag and open it. The seal lets out a hiss and that is my only warning that this may not be food.

A mist floods out of the container and it seems to attack my face. In my terror, I take a gasping breath which might not have been the safest thing to do with a poison cloud in front of my face. It flows like a liquid down my throat ,into my stomach and my body begins to burn!

It burns more than time Vernon forced bleach down my throat and the bite of a basilisk combine! It feels like my body is melting only to heal again than melt once more! I try to scream, but I can't even tell where to push the air anymore!

Then... it stops. Just like that. It vanishes into thin air like it never existed. My body doesn't even ache, I even feel better than I did before, if a bit tired from this whole ordeal. So very tired. On this sole thought, I lose control of my body and crash to the ground.

"Argh," I moan as I get to my feet, sore all over, most in the lower back and head. The rest of my body is just a mess of aches and dull pain though. Once I am able to stand, I look around to see a crumbling building. What? How did I get here? Where is my cupboard? Did Vernon abandon me AGAIN?! Cursing to myself, I stumble out of the room Vernon put me in. "Just like last year. I come back from Hogwarts and he throws my ass in the sewer! At least I don't have to walk through waste to get back to the house again." That was a horrible experience and the smell clung to me for weeks. Vernon and his "No water for freaks" policies at their finest.

As I walk, I suddenly become aware of something thumping against my side. Looking down, I see an old wore satchel on my hip. Curious, I open it to find books inside it along with some canned goods near the bottom. At the sight of the food, my stomach roars. Hm? Why am I so hungry? I've only been in the cupboard for two days and I had a big meal at the end of school.

Shrugging it off as me being a growing teen, I pull one of the cans out and opened it with the tab. Cold beans, YUM! I dig into the food with relish as I walk through the building. These were my favorite meal to take from the pantry back at the house before Vernon found out I sometimes raid his food supply. That was one beating that I don't wish to experience again. Not that any were pleasant, but that one nearly killed me to the point where even Dudley thought his dad went a tiny bit too far, that was until Vernon told him that I was stealing his portions, then everything was right with the world for the boy.

I discard the empty can into a corner of the room. No one will care with this place being so rundown. I finally find a door in the maze and when I open it, the sun blinds me something fierce. It takes a while to blink the light down to a manageable level, but when I do, I see a sight that closes my throat. An endless desert full of ruins and what looks like giant scorpions scurrying around the sands. I don't think Vernon did this to me unless he knew a place where there are giant man-eating scorpions, but I feel that is not even normal to the wizarding world.

I look at the bag on my hip and pull out the journal first. Maybe someone left something in it for me?

April 25, 2275

I have finally done it! I have found the secret lab to that bastard Hannes! That asshole thought he could hide this from me, but now I have it! Sure going through all those scorpions was dangerous and sure I lost Jim about five days into the desert, but it will be worth it when I get my hands on that bastard's experiments on radiation and animals!

Then who will be the one laughing in the face of science, not Hannes, oh no! No! It will be doctor Keyes, human and animal doctor extraordinaire! They may think me mad, but with Hannes' research, they will worship me as if I were a god that I am!

Well... This seems to be written by a lunatic. Man, this guy was so far out of touch with reality that he thinks it's 2275. Ridiculous. A clicking sound echoes to my right which draws my attention away from how mad the writer sounded. Glancing over, I see a huge cockroach, huge as in the size of a medium hieght dog, huge. Umm... what?

The damn thing lets out a roar and charges at me. I give it a swift kick like I do to that dog, Ripper. Gods above I despise that little beast! My old trainer breaks the creature's face with a crunch and it flees in pain. Maybe "Keyes" can explain what the hell that was. I immediately notice that the handwriting is much messier in this entry.

April 26, 2275

Well... I fuck up. I found the lab, but I broke one of the seals and now I can feel whatever thing it held burning my insides like a fire from - from the great war. Damn airborne forms! Due to the blood flooding out of my pores, I will not survive this. Amazing what trauma can do to your psyche really. I haven't thought clearer in years.

I'll try to get out, but I don't think I will. I'm taking one of the canisters with the word fox on it. I think it is one of his mutations on the fox gene. I'm also taking his doctor notes and books as this man was a genius, far above even I. Even on the first page, his knowledge blew mine out of the waters and it was so amazing I can't even be mad. Imagine, me not being mad at someone smarter than me.

I can only guess that the genes are trying to bond with my own and my body is rejecting everything about it. It was quite painful, but I think my nerves are shot now. I wonder what canister I opened, but I've already left the room and there is no way I am going back.

The building is starting to fall around me. I must have set off one of the traps. Man, I fucked up even that. I can be heartened that the man's research dies with the building though. There is no telling what would happen if someone finishes this work!

A large blood splatter covers the bottom of the page, obscuring the words. It looks like the man tried to dry it off to some success as the rest of the book is alright. I flip through the book further to see if there is more. When the blood splatter fades into a little stain, I find more writing.

This is it. I thought I could get out of this alive, but the ceiling caved in on me now. I managed to get my bag out of the way unharmed, but I am not moving anymore. I hope whoever finds this puts the knowledge to good use and destroy the container. I wouldn't wish the pain of the fire on anyone. Not even those bastards of the Legion. Even sick slavers like them don't deserve this.

This is Doctor Keyes, ex-follower of the Apocalypse, saying his farewell to the world and I hope god can forgive me for what I have done in the name of science. All I wanted was to be remembered in this cruel, dead world. To not be just a memory, but a hero.

I close the journal and look around the bag for more books. I make sure to check around before I draw out another. I don't want to be attacked by that freaky cockroach again. The next is a zoology book on "The wasteland and what goes bump in the night!" Written by Doctor Hannes.

I soon find myself enthralled in the words and pictures. The more I read, the more scared I get. The cockroach I kicked looked suspiciously like the radroach in the book and the entry doesn't ease my nerves. "While cowardly, the radroach is dangerous in numbers to a normal person. Crushing its antennae will put it in a frenzy, much like the Giant Ant in the east and it will attack anything that moves until it dies." I head back inside once reach the end of the page and finish the book as standing under the desert sun is not too pleasant for my Scottish conditioning.

I finish the book which has over a hundred species plus where they are documented to be found as well as their 'Origin.' Every entry speaks of after this Great war where a nuclear fire ripped through the land a few centuries back. The scariest entry is the Ghoul. It tells about people who are overcome by radiation and now attack anything not a ghoul to consume them. It tells that they die like any human and the myth that they only die by a shot to the head is false. They are honest to god zombies apparently. Good thing this is written by some mad man or I would have been freaked out.

The next is a Botany book that Hannes wrote as well. It spoke of all the poisonous plants and good plants, each having a radiation scale on how much radiation it gives to consume the edible portions. It even tells how to pick them which is nice to know.

The more I read, the more I believe the books which annoys me to no end. Am I really that gullible that I would believe that this is the apocalypse almost three hundred years in the future! That is just stupid! Man, I feel like the average wizard reading the newspaper.

Sighing into my hands, I put the books away and go to sleep on the ground, under a desk to block some of the wind that gets through the broken windows. When I awaken, I leave the building after eating some food I find in the bag. It has about seven cans of beans which will last me seven days, so I need to get back to my relative's house before I starve, I guess I can beg for food when I find people. I seem to be either in the middle east or America due to being in a desert. How did I even get here?

On guard as the scorpions run around, stinging little two-headed bunnies... … "Wha?" I double take at the bunnies to see if I was wrong. Nope, they have two heads on their shoulders Yeah... I think the journal and books were right a bit. That is a Radrabbit, tastes great, but has a large amount of radiation in its bones to jump great distances. 'Didn't do that one any good though.'

Shaking my head from the thoughts of being in the Apocalypse, I move on and away from the extremely dangerous armoured scorpions. I pick a random direction and begin my trek away from this mess.

The next morning, I find myself sleeping in a burnt out futuristic hovercar. When I awaken, something feels funny about my body. Not that bad, but different than when I went to sleep. Oh, I hope I don't have bugs on me. Spiders and the like are okay, but ticks are annoying to pick out of my hair.

I crawl out of the car and continue walking until I scratch my head, feeling a little pain when I run my hand over my stuck up hair. I push down the large knot of hair and when I do, it sounds like someone covered one of my ears, but I know for a fact that I didn't.

Eyes wide, I sprint back to the car and using my oversized sleeve, I clean a window to the best of my ability. Looking into the window, I see a new addition to my head. In my new brownish black hair, I have two long vulpine ears sticking out of my head on the sides near the top of my head. They aren't straight up, but in a more relaxed position. When I flick them, I find the feeling and try to manipulate it.

The ears start to move on my will as if I always could and I start hyperventilating. 'I'm a freak! Just like what Vernon always said! What did I do?! How did this happ-... How did I get the satchel? Why did I wake up so sore, but not in pain like when I usually do?'

Hunting through the bag, I do not find the container Hannes took. 'Oh my fucking god! I got hit with the genes like Hannes did! How did I survive?! Maybe it's not lethal, maybe Hannes just died before it was finalized?! That must be it! I'm not a freak of nature, I'm a freak of science! It is not my mom or dad's fault! It's not my fault!

Not my fault! Not my fault! Not my fault! Not my fault! Not my fault! Not my fault! Not my fault! Not my fault! Not my fault! Notmy fault! Notmy fault! Notmy fault! My fault! My fault! My fault! My fault! My fault! My fault! My fault! Myfault! Myfault!Myfault!Myfault!'

When I come out of my panic attack, I see it is nightfall and I am on the ground, very hungry and sunburnt. I have to groan in pain as I move, my muscles extremely stiff from lying on the concrete for who knows how long. Ever touch of the ground on my skin hurts from the first degree burns.

My stomach roars up and kicks me in the chest, demanding food after so long without. I must have been out for days to be this hungry! I gobble down a can of beans to satisfy the monster, I didn't even notice myself as I tore the lid off with my canines in my haste. Well, I didn't until I finished eating that is.

Poking my canines, I find them sharper and more pronounced. More dog like, but not enough to make my lip lift up. I just accept the change, too tired to care and move on as I stand up slowly, eyes scanning my dark surroundings, the moon not even more than an eighth full tonight. There is a rabbit to my left that is nibbling on the left over sauce from my beans and it looked appetizing. So appetizing... My stomach demands food at that moment and I follow my screaming instincts without a thought.

Before I know what I'm doing, I have one of the rabbit's head in my mouth and I am viciously shaking it until a sharp crack echoes. The other head struggles, but I just wring its neck before I eat its little body. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth and it is orgasmic in flavor. So much better than the greasy food that I thought was the best at Hogwarts!

Blinking when the rabbit is nothing, but a pile of bones and left over meat, I look myself over. My torso is splattered in blood that I find myself licking off like a dog as well as my tail that got in the way of me eating, so I lick that clean too. My tongue getting most of the blood off.

As I hold the fluffy limb, I pause mid lick. Tail? Looking down, I find it is attached to the bottom of my spine and is a deep red, like the coat of a red fox. I give it an owlish blink and a tug, immediately stop the physical abuse with a yelp. That hurt!

I take a few dozen deep breaths so I don't lose myself again. I must have gotten it in my panic attack along with my teeth. It doesn't feel bad, I barely notice the tail as it is like an arm, a part of me. I guess the transformation took a bit to finalize and it happened over my comatose state. This only adds more evidence that I messed up big time and can't remember doing it. I must have breathed in the gas like Keyes did. Must have thought it held food or something. Stupid Potter, opening things that must have been clearly labeled!

Breaking out of my self-loathing, I plan for my life ahead of me. I know that this place doesn't have tailed people because even that is weird, so I stuff the tail down my leg, it comes out the bottom of my pants due to the length. However, the tail only shows about half a foot, but the pant's bulge is too much. I will need a cloak or something baggier than loose jeans to hide it. The ears will need a hat which should be easy enough to get.

Packing away everything I took out, I continue on my journey, now with the goal of getting a cloak or something equally big as well as a hat that isn't took uncomfortable.

It takes three weeks for me to find anything resembling civilization. Using the Botany book, I found stuff to eat as well as made medicines for when something got hurt. It was rather easy to make the medicine with my potion background, no matter how bad I was at it. I knew how to grind up types of plants to a paste or powder as well is mix them about just right. I hope Snape never finds out I actually use the things he teaches or he'd just point out how he helped me survive and how Potters can't do anything on their own.

Another thing that helped to even know what to do was the medical texts that Keyes stole from Hannes. They are so detailed about what to do for EVERYTHING. Be it a little bug bite to losing a lung in a firefight, it documents everything in five marked books. "Survival medicine," "Combat Medicine," "Surgeon Medicine," "Animal medicine," "Chemical Medicine" as well as books on anatomy with well documented pictures. There are even books theorizing how to make prosthetic that are attached to nerves! Hannes even made some that work if his pictures are anything to go by, he stopped at the eye only because he didn't understand the brain enough at the time!

Since I have nothing better to do, I read and reread these books for the entire trip. This trip took some scary turns when I was chased by what I thought were ghouls, but with all my running from Dudley and young body, I easily outran them and I find my body has better balance due to the tail, so I can easily run along narrow ledges that would make the ghouls fall. After the first day, I kept the tail out of my pants as it was uncomfortable and not hurting anything.

The civilization I found was a ghost town that seems to be made of houses broken beyond repair. The sign told me that I am in a town called Barstow and that Las Vegas is 155 miles away by highway. So I'm in western America.

Looking around the town, I go into one of the more intact houses and begin looting it for food and clothing. I find nothing on the first floor, so I head upstairs and enter the bedrooms, one master and one child. There are skeletons on the beds that are blackened with rot. Ignoring them, I go through their dresser, finding a loose white shirt and a black casual waist coat. I pull them on and they are still big on me, but are warmer than Dudley's hole filled castoffs. The waistcoat holds the shirt close to my body though. I take one of the black shirts and rip it into a bandana that I gently put over my ears to hide them. I instantly dislike it because it cuts some of my hearing off, but I guess I'll get use to it eventually if I want social interaction.

They follow my command and flatten against my skull, allowing me to cover them a bit tighter. They add little poofs to the bandana, but it actually does a fantastic job keeping them out of sight while not muffling them too much! It looks like I just have naturally big hair that I want to control.

In the chest by the child's bed, I find some pants that are made of some brown material. They have two large pockets on the side of the thighs that button close. They are only a bit too big, covering my feet, so I roll up the cuffs. There are another pair of them in the chest, so I put it in my satchel to wear later.

Back in the master bedroom, I hunt under the bed and hit gold. Pulling out a lock box, I take a hunk of junk metal I found and began hitting the lock. Five hours later and with lead arms, I am able to open the box that I already figured out what it held.

Inside is a 9mm handgun. I believe it is a 1911 model type that were popular in America. There are three clips in the box with it that are fully loaded, so I put them in my pocket and the gun in my waistline.

Happy with my find, I barricade the door to the bathroom with chairs as well as put some of the spare clothing that I won't be wearing on the floor to fall asleep on. The next morning and the next few weeks after, I stay in the town and loot it dry. I find some more ammo, but no other guns. The food I find are a few dozen years past their prime. I do find something called stimpacks the medical books told me about and a doctor's bag that has everything to help a broken bone. In the bottom is even a box of empty syringes that I can try to brew stimpacks into. It'll be some intense studying and practice before I will even try to make some though.

When all the supplies dry up, I have to move on down the road towards Vegas. I make sure my gun is fully reloaded and set out. I've had a few run in with radscorpions and some mole rats. I found out that I am rather good with a gun thanks to my wand work experience. After I got use to the bucking, I can easily shoot a target a hundred feet away if I have the time to aim.

That is another thing I noticed in my stay within the desert. My eye sight is ten times better thanks to the fox genes. I can even see in the dark, but the colors are muted at night, never the less, I have an advantage over humans now! Rather upsetting really that I think like that in terms of species.

I stick to the roads for the next month as I wander across the desert. My clothing and body stinks of high heaven due to the lack for clean water around. There are bottles of dirty water that I drink from, but I don't even know what is in them, so why clean myself with what I'm sure is dangerous already. What marks the third month of my stay in the desert is me sleeping under the stars.

Looking down at my filthy clothing and sand encrusted body, I can only comment, "I really, really miss bathes. If only I could just conjure wat.e.r... I forgot I'm a wizard." Snape may be right, I am a moron! The very thought that Snape is right about something other than potions sends a shudder down my spine and kicks my mind into gear.

Focusing on my hand, I repeat in my head, 'I need clean water, I need clean water.' I think of the texture, the feel, the taste and the results of the water. The mantra consumes my mind as I stare at my hand until I have a hand full of water. One second I didn't and the next it is just in my hand, spurting from a little fountain in the middle of my palm. I clean my hands with it before I notice I am sweating and panting from the effort.

Once I notice my weariness, I pass out on the sand. I barely note that my hands hit the ground first. Damn.

After my first success, I slow my travels to a mile a day. I spend most of my time trying to summon water until I can make a galleon of it before I pass out. That took a few months. The best part is that it is permanent or at least can last up to a week in a bottle. There is no reason to waste any of my work for a little experiment when I need the water to survive.

I have never felt more clean than I do with my new water power though. Not even at the Dursleys, but that is more because I was allowed one shower a week. Hogwarts is a close second, but their water is only spelled just to remove grime and dirt, plus magicians stick to the one bath a week thing that people in the early eighteen hundreds had, so being around the guys all the time really brings down the feeling of cleanliness. Ron took it to a level even people in our dorm took offense to and they were worse than the average wizards in hygiene.

Along with the access to clean water comes with a willingness to get dirty. I took to hunting for my prey to sharpen my new found animal instincts like with the rabbit. Eating raw meat doesn't bother me in the slightest even though it should. I think it is because the instincts are messing with my moral compass as well as thoughts on food. Can't be repulsed by your food's basic traits, so it makes them more appealing. It doesn't matter how bloody it looks, it is still good food!

It helps that there was very little edible food around that hadn't already been picked clean by the wild life. The wild life that I beat to death with my hands and tear apart with my teeth. I tried to keep their hides to use, but without a knife, it was a fool's errand to begin with.

Once I could conjure the water up on a whim, I began trying to learn how to summon things which was actually a much easier ball game than the conjuring. It only took a month to learn how to do it on a whim and that turned into another month of mastering banishing and levitating magics. Great compared to the three it took to master the conjuring of a basic element of nature.

After the final day of my levitation practice, which is to levitate and move a boulder for half an hour, I find my first human being or group as it is. I put the gun in my waistcoat's pocket to make myself not as threatening and my tail down my pants. Advancing to them, I notice that they all are wearing these weird outfits of leather with strange hair styles. I am kind of reminded by those new grunge bands that were big in London when I left. One of the people notice me and before I can say hi, they all begin to shoot at me!

I dive behind a rock as their bullets ping off the ground around me. These people just tried to kill me for nothing. NOTHING! I find my lips curling into a snarl and my gun in hand. Clicking the hammer back, I pop out of cover and see the enemy. There are five of them and none of them are bothering to get behind any cover, hell they are standing at least twenty seconds away from the nearest cover.

Taking advantage of the fools, I pop out of my cover and fire at them. My first bullet misses, but it allows me to adjust and I take out one of the three with a bolt action rifle. As he falls with a cry, I shift my aim and empty the clip at them, killing the gunmen and leave the remaining two doing nothing but staring at me.

I drop the empty clip and fumble in a new one. Hitting the slide release, the click echoes the silent area which seems to be the remaining leather wearing punks starter gun. They both pull out a knife and charge me with abandon.

Blinking owlishly at their charge, I put a bullet in one of their heads and two into the last idiot's chest where I think the heart and liver lie. They fall without a sound. I stare at the bleeding bodies and down at the smoking gun in my hand. Aren't I suppose to feel guilty for doing this? Human life is precious and you're evil if you hurt it right?

Dumbledore always preaches forgiveness and not to hurt people. Isn't this against what he tells us to do? Blinking rapidly to clear my head, I move over to the dead and loot their bodies. They must have something useful and they won't need it anymore.

They have a few cans of food on them as well as inhalers, which I think is called Jet and needles full of what I guess to be morphine. Med-X I think is the name for it now, but it's around five times stronger than the stuff, so use must be very little or diluted or else it affects the mind. I don't think the people on the ground used it for medical purposes though.

They have some hunting rifles on them and I take one along with all the ammo I can carry in a separate pouch I liberate off them. Lastly, I take one of their knives and the sheath for it, which finds its place on my belt. I sling the long rifle on my back, taking note to practice with it before I carry on my journey, leaving the dead for the critters.

Once that encounter took place, it seems to let loose the gates and I find bandits around every nook and cranny. I think I am at the worst attack right now though. I am walking down the road and come across a camp. They are everywhere, so I have to of course fight them all once they spotted me. At this point I don't even bother hiding my tail as there is no friendly people around.

I see there are about forty of them, half of which have guns if I go off of the ones charging me. I retreat down the road and hide behind a car that is already exploded so I have no chance of being incinerated if some bandit gets a lucky shot into a fuel tank. Propping my rifle against the hood, I click the safety off and line up my first shot, aiming a bit to the right as I found the sight to be slightly off when I practiced with the rifle.

I squeeze the trigger and the rifle slams into my shoulder, but unlike when I first shot it, I didn't drop it into the sand. The bullet tore through the neck of the lead bandit and into the chest of the one behind him, taking them both down. Loading the next round into the chamber, I squeeze the trigger again and again until it clicks empty. By this point, the bandits have ceased the charge and are now scrambling to find some cover.

This gives me enough time to reload the gun with one of the few clips I have. I take my time and keep all the bandits in my sight, checking around after every shot to see if they are trying to sneak up on me, even though there is no where they can due to being in rather clear land. Amazing they didn't notice my approach really.

Almost every shot I take kills someone due to them running out of cover to try to take me. They do not get even a little close. Soon their numbers are no more, until the gunsmen catch up. They don't know where I am as they were taking their sweet time to reach me, thinking their comrades could kill me.

Their surprised expressions turn into a bloody mess as I start sending bullets down the road at them. They try to take cover, but I have the high ground, what little there is on top of a car pile up, giving me a great view of the domes of their heads. Their friends' corpses already are taking up the prime cover spots, so they are stuck with bad spots or crouching over a dead body. I scalp them all in under ten minutes even with my awful aim.

Moving down the road with my pistol out, I finish off any still moving bandit until I am alone once more. Once again, I stare at the carnage I brought down on these people and wonder why I feel absolutely nothing, but the joys of a good hunt. Isn't straight up executing people a bad thing? I dismiss the thought as unneeded. I won't do to work myself up in a tizzy for nothing but some little like this.

I take all the useful things and place them in a backpack that I also looted from them. My satchel is now for knowledge, a pouch for ammo and backpack for clothing and gear. I take one of the assault rifles from the bandits, a rifle that seems like it has seen some better days and looks like something out of the Vietnam war from the Americans.

This matters not as the clips join my others in the pouch and the rifle replaces my pistol as my close quarters weapon for now. I may need it if I go into a building. Seeing as I have everything now, I approach the building with the rifle raised and go through the town, making as little noise as possible.

It is a ghost town. A ghost town with a lot of food and supplies! I nearly give a woop of joy, but I keep it down as I begin to clear the buildings of any bandits. I find a few sleeping that I take care of with a knife until all the rooms are searched and enemies dead. It is amazing that they slept through an entire gunfight that killed all their friends.

Looking over the dead town, I can't keep in the smile as I think of making this my new home for a bit. I could grow some crops, learn how to build things as this place has a little library in one of the homes and even fix it up with magic!