remeber this is still being worked on. this probably will be changed alot. but anyway i give you a beging of chapter one

Fallout

The wanderer

Chapter one: Gordon's Story

In all my days living in the wasteland I have not fell into its depts. Never fell to the merciless and cruel hands of it's spawn. I've killed hundreds, walked for miles. Seen death's blank and hollow face. He looked into my eyes and I did not shutter, for he is a face I grew to know. The closest brush to death I have ever encountered on was one of the most vivid and one that left me scarred forever. I remember that day very well.

I looked beyond the horizon. The air was thick and a murky as ever. Each breath was a breath to live and each breath that will kill me. It was nearly 18 days since I've slept under a roof 2 days since I've eaten anything. Yet, I kept walking.

A low rattle of rusting metal echoed as the wind blew by. I reached for my flask with a last bit of dirty water. I unscrewed the cap and finished the drink. The taste was so vile. It tasted moldy and had a bad lingering of old scotch. I gagged and then kept walking.

Thats all for now the next paragraphs will be another day.