Maxwell "max" Piedransky's Story

Max ran to the girl and kneeled before her " oh this looks quite painful we are gonna have to pop that back in" He said looking at alex " i'm gonna need you to have some of that bravado, everyone else hold her " he said taking his jacket off and wrapping it around his arm "if it hurts bite here as hard as you can " He said showing her his arm, he also took of his brace as she was gonna need it know to keep her leg steady " Ready girl ?" He said waiting for the other to restrain her " i'll make it as quick as I can " he said trying to reassure her as he put his arm with the jacket in front of her.

"Max, whatever the hell it takes, there isn't much I care for right now." She was ready to do anything she needed to do to get through this. "Alright, I'm ready to go through with this." She was honestly scared, but the only way out was just that. She was told to bite as hard as she could. However, what would actually happen is a squeal of pain that of a dog being hit with a blunt object, and then bite.

Max waited for the other to come around and restrain her she was brave but he knew as soon as he started she would change mighty quick. He his knee made a creaking noise like an old door hinge without his knee brace his knee was almost useless, Crippled. he walked faster with a brace on his leg, and leg is less likely to break with knee brace. Take off the knee brace, opposite affects occur. He ripped a part of his shirt and fastened around his knee from tearing of course it wasn't a knee brace it was just a bandage. He smiled at Alex" is not as bad at least it wasn't a bullet on your knee cap, once we find a stimpak well fix you right up " he said comforting her.

Arron glanced around when they got outside. He had heard descriptions many years ago and had imagined it many times, but to actually see it for himself was different. It was just as ruined and old as he imagined it would be but it was weird not having a ceiling over his head or walls around. He couldn`t help but feel a little excitement, but quickly stiffled it. This was a dangerous place and being part of the security detail he would have to remain alert. He followed the group as they walked around and came to a house. he went inside the house with some of the others and had come back out with them when he heard a crash. Alex had climbed the roof and had fallen through breaking her leg. Arron hurried over and when Max asked him to restrain her he restrained her just like he had done when he was working in the med-bay.

As Pierre listen to what Max's findings were, he said "Any kind of components are useful..." just before Pierre could finish talking, he heard an scream coming from above the house. Everything happened so quick and everyone run to the source of the noise. The middle-aged mechanic ran to the source and saw what happened, Alex was injured also in pain. Max immediately started treating her damaged leg and Pierre didn't know what to say as he watched. Though he didn't know what to do as he worried that they were already gonna lose someone when they are not even that far from the vault.

The Mechanic then heard her scream and it pained him to hear someone in pain, It was like some of the engineers back in the vault who got injured while working that one time. That engineer didn't work for months after one of the generators took his arm off and Pierre volunteered to take over the guy's work, hoping that the man would recover. Pierre then decided to help out Max in holding her down while he treats her wound, he spoke "Here, I will help you out".

Daedrin stood guard with his shoulders leaned against one side of the door, his pistol in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He waited out there and scanned the landscape that he could see for anything about to kill them. Soon after the search began Jacob came out followed by the others. He kept on watch until they decided to move out and had to listen to Jacob and Mi have their talk, which almost made him want to gag and shoot himself. Luckily for him there was some excitement when Alex fell through the roof. He dipped his head around the corner and coughed when he got hit face first with a wave of dust from the girl's impact.

He turned to Arron and nonchalantly shook dust out of his hair. "Wait here Arron, I'm going in." Daedrin holstered his gun and went to hold Alex down by her arms as Max got to his business of fixing the girls leg. When he was finished Daedrin hoisted the girl up and got her on his back with her legs resting on either side of him, an easy carrying position. Alright, enough playing in the dirt. Let's head out. Just don't drool on my neck when you're sleeping." Daedrin started off out the door ignoring any respite Alex might have. He didn't like the thought of having to carry her weight but he was in a pinch for time. His job was to protect the group and if they didn't make it to their destination before nightfall it would be harder to do said job.

The afternoon sun, bright and brilliant, was now slowly sinking into the horizen. Time flies when you have conversations, and people falling through roofs. It would be wise to use the house to make camp. But, the situation in the vault wasnt getting any better. You could ether leave, and continue your quest...or mission, if you perfer it like that. The wasteland began to make strange noises, such as rattling, hissing, and cerping. It was not at all like the vault, and would make most vault dewllers uneasy. Both staying and leaveing would hold consequences. After all, after the falling fiasco, you deifantly made your presence. That could leave you vulerable, but more defendable than out in the open. But staying also means your one more day away from your goal. Tough decisions, tough wasteland.

Max put the brace on Alex leg " don't push yourself if you need to switch do so we don't need more injuries " he said walking with a limp as without his brace it was hard to walk as fast as before, he tightened the piece of clothing he wrapped around his knee to keep pressure " night comes, pip boys off until i say other wise lights might attract something " he said leading them down the broken road " if we get ambushed or attack take mi Jacob and alex and genesis pierre lead them back to the house" He looked at arron and deidrin " we are the line of defense that how it works spear " he said moving ahead of the " you two take my flanks guns loaded " His knee creaked one more time " also no more scouting alone pairs should always be used are we clear ?" he said looking at Alex.

The middle-aged mechanic listened to Max's request, he slightly nod his head in an agreement on it. Pierre stood cautious with his wrench on hand for when he may need to use it as a weapon. Who knows what they could encounter out here, some of the creatures that Pierre heard Max talk about sound quite fierce. Just seeing the wasteland gave him the idea that if there is anyone out here, they possibly won't be sane. Yet, Pierre also remembered that he brought his homemade pistol with him, it always took care of the radroaches back in the vault whenever they found their way in. With some of ammunition that was given out eariler, he could possibly use in case things go really bad.

Max continued walking keeping his breath even as he took strides slower each time stopping know however would not help their cause Oxn town was just a start but even there, no guarantee that anyone or anything would help their quest still it was hope. He had been away from the wasteland for so long and even if it seemed impossible it was possible that it could have gone to shit even further. He looked back at the rest of the group and the back to the road, it was gonna be a hell of a journey he didn't count on making it, but he was going to do it one last time, finally let the dead take him end his eternal chase. He looked at his shotgun, he smiled contemplating how many times he held it to his head but could not pull the trigger, he didn't know whether that was because he was a coward or because his instinct were his master refusing to let it end that easily. The sky was full of starts and old world satellites a small beacon of beauty in an otherwise gray lifeless and hopeless land.

Arron got behind and to the left of Max just like he told him to. The group had decided to move on instead of staying at the house. Arron personally did not want to stay. Soon creatures would come alerted by the screams and even though the house would be more defensible it was old and could collapse if disturbed enough. Arron scanned the road ahead to look for danger. As he scanned he saw some kind of creatures scurrying around at the edge of his vision. Arron glanced at the group making sure that everyone was there and ready, before looking again. He scanned the place again trying to tell what it was, but they were gone. Arron didn`t want to alarm anyone since the creatures might have not noticed them yet but he motioned to Daedriin and Max to be alert when the others weren`t looking.

Max looked at them they seemed exhausted but the foodmart wasn't that far off they could set Alex down in there and rest before they continued their journey. Max walked ahead signaling everyone but arron and deadring " let's go scout the place " he turned to other " if you hear gun shot don't come after us wait until they are sleep " he said walking towards one of the entrance of the mart. He crouched and slowly opened the door it creaked but it wasn't loud enough to alert anyone yet. He went inside shotgun loaded and ready for anything inside he waited for the other to join him as he tightened the cloth around his knee a little in pain.

When Max wanted them to split into two groups Daedrin stopped dead in his tracks and lowered Alex off his back so she could rest, but he questioned Max's decision to split the group. He didn't say anything about it out loud and followed Max to the building, his pistol scanning with his eyes as he tried to move with utter stealth. When Daedrin approached the building he pressed his back against the doorframe on the opposite side of Max with his pistol at the ready as he waited for him to signal the breach. He hoped that nothing was inside, but he doubted that would be the case.

As the guardians of the group went toward the ruined super duper mart, they failed to notice the hanging, mutilated bodies of people. There fucking intestines were used as streamers. Heads were on pikes on the store. Then, when they finally open the doors to the ruined mart, they opened the doors to gunfire. Bullets were swarming, though, not around them. A group of people wearing pre war riot gear, were fighting others wereing makeshift armor and weopons. You hear one of the makeshift, bloody armor at riot armor group yell "Die you bitches!" And with that, a huge spray of bullets came out of a rusty, homeade minigun. One of the people of the riot gear group ducked for cover. The others werent so lucky and were turned to shreds. The now lone ranger made a well placed shot with a .44 revolvor. The minigun person went down for the count. More gunshots rang. There were obiviously more. The ranger turned to the guardians direction, for there pressence was evident from the doors bell. "You ether help me, or you run!" The ranger said takeing cover behind a receptionist desk. He waived you over. Bullets were flying through the air without coornation. This was deifinatly a firefight.

" understood " he signaled for his two members to get into flanking positions, max looked around for a way to not directly go out into the fight just yet, he tossed and moved things to distract the raiders, then he looked around for something that could be useful like and old protecton or even dead bodies to get another weapon as his shotgun wouldn't do much at such long range, he continued to try and distract them as he got closer to one a distracter raider, he grabbed him unloading his buck on his back, then held him up as a shield as he moved behind cover again.

Daedrin didn't waste time with conversation, he instantly found cover behind one of the check out counters and scanned for the raiders. He peeked around the counter and almost had his head blown off by a raider with a shotgun. He ducked back behind the counter to save his face and drew out his baton which extended into a 2ft stick. When the raider came around the corner Daedrin tried to aim the end of the stick in the middle of the raider's arms and lock onto the gun arm of the raider. He raised the pistol over his shoulder and aimed it at the raider's head and fired off several shots as he twisted at the raiders wrist with the baton to make him drop his gun.

He heard more raiders coming and knew if he didn't clean up with the first raider he would be quickly overwhelmed. He put his pistol away and grabbed each end of the baton with each hand and spun it in an attempt to flip the raider onto their back so he could crush their vocal cords with his boot. He had trained himself with combat manuals and with Arron when he was still younger, knowing he would be a part of the security force, so he had somewhat of an idea how to fight hand to hand. After dispatching the raider he disengaged from the corpse and redrew his pistol after holstering his baton and peeked around the counter again to spot the next raider.

As the fighting continued, more gun fire rose. The ranger had found a modified pipe rifle turned into a assuilt rifle. He started fireing on to the raiders with surprising accuracy. But as soon as he got 2 of them down, the makeshift gun went click. Out of ammo. He quickly pulledd his .44, and continued to fire from behind the receptionist couter. A raider with a weird metalic rusty fist came up to Daedrin, and punched at his stomach. Were he came from, no one knew. Raiders seamed to be every were. This raider was a particularly unattractive one, for one of her eyes were gone. In its place was a robotic eye that really just filled the hole for her original lost. She was also wearing god awful armor composed of bits of human leather, hands, and thank god, made mostly of scrap metal. The raider yelled "sing for me baby! Yell your heart out! Bleed fucker bleed!" It was almost poetic, if it wasnt made by a mad woman.

Bullets flew torwd max, mostly hitting the couter of the grocery. Raiders were holding up on makeshift cat walks made of old wood on top of the ailes of the super duper mart. The makeshift minigun, compose of lead pipes as barrels, and a simple motor of a fission battery, was sitting beside max. It used not rare 5mm ammo. Then, there was a simple pipe rifle, made of course pipe, duct tape and scrap metal and wood. You wouldnt even be sure if the barrel was rifled. It seamed to use 10mm ammo. More raiders poured in. About 15 were roaming the wooden catwalks, 10 more on the groud. You could hear a loud metalic sound in the distance of the mart.

Mean while, outside, it felt like it was freezing, and the gun shots could be heard from the super duper mart. And the mutilated bodies of the entrance didnt, or wouldnt help with the anticipation. Neithor did gunshots.

As the fighting continued, more gun fire rose. The ranger had found a modified pipe rifle turned into a assuilt rifle. He started fireing on to the raiders with surprising accuracy. But as soon as he got 2 of them down, the makeshift gun went click. Out of ammo. He quickly pulledd his .44, and continued to fire from behind the receptionist couter. A raider with a weird metalic rusty fist came up to Daedrin, and punched at his stomach. Were he came from, no one knew. Raiders seamed to be every were. This raider was a particularly unattractive one, for one of her eyes were gone. In its place was a robotic eye that really just filled the hole for her original lost. She was also wearing god awful armor composed of bits of human leather, hands, and thank god, made mostly of scrap metal. The raider yelled "sing for me baby! Yell your heart out! Bleed fucker bleed!" It was almost poetic, if it wasnt made by a mad woman.

Bullets flew torwd max, mostly hitting the couter of the grocery. Raiders were holding up on makeshift cat walks made of old wood on top of the ailes of the super duper mart. The makeshift minigun, compose of lead pipes as barrels, and a simple motor of a fission battery, was sitting beside max. It used not rare 5mm ammo. Then, there was a simple pipe rifle, made of course pipe, duct tape and scrap metal and wood. You wouldnt even be sure if the barrel was rifled. It seamed to use 10mm ammo. More raiders poured in. About 15 were roaming the wooden catwalks, 10 more on the groud. You could hear a loud metalic sound in the distance of the mart.

Mean while, outside, it felt like it was freezing, and the gun shots could be heard from the super duper mart. And the mutilated bodies of the entrance didnt, or wouldnt help with the anticipation. Neithor did gunshots.

Max quickly go to work using his repair skill to fix and maintain the mini gun " dammit I knew this could be bad but I didn't expect it to be completely over run " he adjusted it and mounted it on a shopping car he used the car to get better maneuvering as he moved the car side to side as he shot the raiders that came in sight.

Daedrin was just calming himself down from the first raider attack when out came a second one, this time with a fist type weapon. She was utterly foreign to him, her clothing and appearance especially. He didn't have much of a problem striking this woman but she got to him first, striking his stomach and knocking the wind out of him. He barely got out his baton in time to try and trap her wrist before the second strike landed on him. He twisted her wrist with the baton if he was successful in the trap and aimed a pistol whip across her skull, then went for an over-the-back flip using her locked arm as the focal point for the flip.

Hopefully it worked so he could get an easier shot in with his pistol to end the fight quickly, an execution kill through the eye socket would suffice. With that out of the way he peeked around the corner again to see many more where that came from, and decided to get mobile. He stuck close to the aisle shelves to stay as stealthy as possible and aimed to get underneath one of the raiders without them noticing, then he would shoot straight up under their chin to get in a swift death. If they were holding any weapons of greater strength than his, such as a sword or stronger gun he would gladly scavenge these from their bodies and make quick use.