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It was any old day in wastes. Wake up - eat what you can - scavenge - try not to die. Repeat.

Day after day it was this constant cycle...The guide tells you to set up roots, but eventually you need to go beyond your reach to get more supplies and before you know it your so far from home that you really lose sight of what home is...

Today I reached Grafton, The furthest North I've been yet, and this town is desolate. One of the bombs must have landed in the town square... I think to myself. The petrified Corpses litter the streets. It's always eerie seeing them, frozen in time forever...none ever in "happy position" They're all scared, shocked, in pain...ugh...it's just too much. Since donning the cloth I've made it a personal duty to reduce them all to ash...to kinda "Put them to rest". It was hard at first...but like everything else, it's part of life now...

Beep Beep Beep.

My PipBoy goes nuts alerting me someone is near. I take cover and grab my now trusty sledge outfitted with a saw blade for maximum Carnage. Shes a bit heavier than babe was, but she really puts the hurt on these super mutants. Tucked in an alleyway a wall I peer out down the street to see a fellow survivor. Being pursued by a pack of Super Mutants. Hes running for his life turning to fire off the occasional bust from his pipe rifle...

Guys still in his vault suit...Lord give me strength and make my strikes true.

I wait til they're right on top of me when the Survivor glances my way, and sees me laying in ambush. He continues to run by in a frantic state, powered by adrenaline alone. The first Mutant pops into view and I strike. As swift as a coiled snake I spring from the alley and with all my might swing the sledge connecting with the Mutants makeshift helmet, caving it in with a loud thud. The giant body crashes to the ground with blackish blood pooling around my Sledge. I leave the hammer and reach for two grenades, one it each hand. I spin and let them loose at the other two mutants...They stop at the sound of their friend gurgling his last breaths and see me arms out stretched, then down to their feet as the grenades come to a stop....

2...1....BOOOOOOMM

In a flash of fire, debris, and mutant, The other two are vaporized where they stood. I signal to the Survivor and we exchange pleasantries. I learn he is pretty green behind the gills so I leave him all my excess ammo and a few supplies. We find a local vendorbot and head over to see what we can trade when...

BOOOMMM.

The building shakes all around us. We stare at each other and the bot remains unfazed.

"What was that..." He asks...

"Kid I don't know what to tell you anymore...It honestly could be anything." I reply

BOOOMMM!

It felt closer this time as the building shakes a bit harder and dust falls from the rafters like dense snow.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

The PipBoy buzzes again. "This is the Grafton Mayor...Seems our town mascot has showed up again...If anyone's around...uhhh Kill it!" The emergency signal ends and we exchange a sideways glance. The robot slowly makes its way to it's recharge chamber, shuts the glass and locks it from the inside. I signal to my new friend to wait here. I make my way to the door and peer outside...nothing either way. I wave him forward. Slowly he comes up, I can hear the pipe rifle dismantling in his hands hes shaking so bad. I make my way out into the street, carefully. I drop a few frag mines in the area just in case. And Like a meteor flying through the air a car flies across the street and smashes into the second story of a building at the end of the drag. With a loud familiar whine, the fusion reactor explodes leveling the building, sending brick and shrapnel everywhere. Following the car a Monstrosity of a creature follows behind. As big as a bus, as ugly as a Brahman, and walking on its hands like an ape. It stops in the middle of the street turns our way with and with a large roar it starts to charge.

I yell at my friend to take cover and keep the trigger down. I turn and duck into another alleyway. I hear the Tat. Tat. Tat. of his rifle and the crashing of the beasts hands on the rubble as it makes pursuit. I holster the sledge for now, and pull out my new baby. A 40m, single shot, grenade launcher. I turn the corner to see the monster as he goes through my impromptu minefield. Boom Boom Boom Boom! As they go off one by one. A cloud of smoke and fire lights up the street accompanied with the sanity breaking roars of the monster then silence.

"No way it was that easy... Lord have Mercy."

The Tat Tat Tat. Of my buddies pipe rifle still hasn't stopped as he is just spraying into the smoke. I come out of the ally to inspect the situation and when I do, a huge glob of toxic oil crashes into me. Covering me from head to toe with the thick burning sludge. I begin to smell my skin burn as the pain becomes all I can feel. The shot of Adrenaline snaps me back to reality as I shoulder the launcher and let a round fly. Thump! as the round files through the air. It hits it's target and with an explosion, it makes contact with the beasts shoulder. It winces back in pain and quickly load another round and let it loose. Thump! Quietly, the second round flies through the air and hits it's wrist, this explosion shows bone and flesh as it rips through the monsters thick skin like butter. It lets out another roar and falls to the ground struggling to move with one arm. I holster the launcher and pull Sledge back out and sprint down the street, a quick hop on a car and a thrust off the rusted roof towards the downed monster sledge drawn back. Flying through the air I make eye contact with it and see a hint of fear in what used to be a human face, Decayed and Disfigured by experiments and radiation he became this abomination. I bring the sledge down with all the force I could muster, burying the head of the beast in its chest cavity and ending it's life.

I collapse to my knees in the middle of the street....

"Dear God in Heaven. What have we done."

I part ways with my new friend and tell him to head South to Flatwoods...it's safer there.

"Too bad he'll prolly be dead by morning."

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- Tug