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An old deserted gas station on a backwater road in Arizona, a broken sign hanging off the front creaking from the wind, a holotape player buzzing with the tunes of the Old World, and me trying on a belt as my pants fall down.
"Son of a...Who the hell were these belts made for?"
I pick my pants back up. The gecko leather still warm from the hot desert sun, a shimmering mix of oranges, reds, and greens over black. The black leather belt looks a perfect replacement for the ugly rope belt. The tightest adjustment and its still a girth and a half my own. "Humph." At least the leather isn't that hard, a single nick with my fang and ive got a new fitting belt. I search through the front counter. Little of value. Smokes have all been taken, knives laughably small but enough to sharpen my claws until it gets dull.
I wonder what I can find in the back. Door's locked. And now its not so says my foot. Desk, bathroom, safe. This will take a bit more finesse, time to see if this worn pocket knife has any use. And click and its open. Revolver, a .357 that's certainly a catch. Not much ammo just whats in the cylinder. Some extra pre-war money in here. Kindling I guess, it always burns an interesting color. Some more papers, cant read them, more kindling. Whats this? A bottle? Looks like alcohol. What did they call it? Whine? Eh, I remember it used to taste good at least. Wont serve to hydrate.
My stomach growls but I don't trust the food here. Pre-war foods no good with the radiation in them. Wouldn't trust the water either. Guess Ill look out back. Hey...what do we have here? What do you know, gunpowder. Or at least it will be as soon as I get these things out of the package and get the powder inside. Precious resource and all they use it for are some lights and sounds. Wasteful.
Not much outside. Already saw everything out here. A lot of old trucks still rest here, none of them look like theyd move more then a few feet though and I don't know how to fix them. Besides they'd draw too much attention. I take a closer look at around the trucks. Broken vehicle part filled with water, algae growing, I jump at the chance and drink it down quenching my dry throat. I don't care what it tastes like as long as something is growing in rain water ill drink it closest thing to unirradiated water I can find. There really isn't much else of use to me here, best move on. Just as I turn to leave I spot three men approaching dressed in black and red. Legion. I start walking towards the holotape player.
"Ah finally caught up to you" says their leader by the look of his feathered headdress. "Another white wolf that didn't bury their own bones in that graveyard. Hey-Just where are you going? Halt!"
I change the tape out for something
more appropriate. I start walking back towards the Decanus.
He chuckles. "That's quite the tune. What do you think you are? Some cowboy?"
I say nothing. The two others keep their distance one brandishes a machine gun while the other keeps a rifle on his back.
"The quiet kind huh? Well what if I told you that I'm the ranger and you're the outlaw?" He swings his shotgun from his back. "And this is the big iron on my hip?"
"Deal, 21." I snap forward. Left hand grabs the gun and swings it away. Right hand strikes the guard away and then below the ribs and armor, fingers stretched out, stabbing into the flesh. The gun fires. Right hand goes back and strikes the elbow snapping it. His grip loosens. Hands change, left gripping his shoulder right grabbing the gun and cocking it against his body. Shot goes through his knee severing the leg and crippling the other. Side step behind him. Left hand stabs into his neck digging the fingers into his flesh using his body as a shield and dropping the shotgun.
The two others are dazed but quickly draw their arms. I rush forward his broken body thick enough to stop most of the bullets. I reach the man with the machine gun and push the corpse against him. He shoves it away but I go for his throat. Teeth meet flesh. Air meets blood. Bite, pull, rip. The last man sites down on me with his rifle. I draw and site down on him the moment he can fire. Shot to the lower shoulder above the heart. I fire as fast as I can unloading all six shots. Some meet steel, some meet flesh, and one even meets dirt. Each shot keeping him from cocking the lever long enough for me to close in on him. He pulls off another round ending in my leg I throw the empty pistol in his face. He draws a machete and I grab it with my hand the bullet in his arm weakening his strike while my muscles ignore the injuries. I knock him to the ground and grab the rifle from his hand. A shot for each eye and I wont have to worry about him anymore.
I look to my shoulder. Hemorrhaging badly. The bullet didn't go through either. I press a thumb into the wound and pick out the bullet. The bloody piece of metal falls unto the dirt. I quickly grab the dead man's machete and cut apart his shirt wrapping the leather tight around the wound and pressing against it. It soon starts to clot. That's mutant anatomy for you. The bullet in my leg isn't near as bad. Removing the bullet just makes it bleed more. I can walk it off....sort of.
Lets see what they have on their bodies. Lots of guns obviously. Ah, grilled mantis legs and maize, delicious. I don't care what anyone says the Legion have the best rations. Still not a whole lot but enough to keep me going. Some water on them too. Idiot used up his last magazine on me. Still the other showed some restraint at least. Should start moving the gun shots are going to attract a lot of unwanted attention.
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This also makes a great example of my posting style. Sometimes music gives a scene that perfect touch or feel. And OOC footnotes aren't working hence why this is here.