(Actually, hey, for something new, instead of being in the Mojave...Why not have us appear in the Dallas Wasteland area right at the time John gets there? Might be fun, playing a part in his nation building) Allen walked along the ruined highway, walking past shells of old cars and trucks, and disturbingly, for some, the shattered skeletal remains of some of their old owners. Shuddering the the sight of the skeletons that were bleached white wherever they weren't burnt black, he looked up to see smoke in the distance. Running over to a near by vantage point, he saw what appeared to be a burning town near the horizon and several small shapes, likely people, moving erratically to one spot. Deciding to investigate, he slowly approached the area, but keeping out of sight, it was obvious that this was some kind of post-collapse style place, and who knows how friendly or dangerous the people could be.
(That sounds like more fun, considering that the original idea was for my character was that he was nearby Nipton and is found by the Legion.) Rhys found cover behind a support beam of the ruin, starting to panic at what could soon be his death. He heard the laughter of the raiders nearby as they came closer and closer. Rhys then decided to wait until one of the raiders that split off from the main group had come close enough to him, taking a rock and smashing it on the head of the raider, splitting his head open. While he was confused, he dropped down and took the rusty knife that he carried and stabbed him several times in the chest before letting him drop to the ground. He now had a weapon, but he still had seven more raiders to kill. A bullet had barely skimmed past his leg, hitting the dirt nearby his feet as the young adult quickly ran away from his cover to find another, making contact with another raider that came from the other side as he tackled him straight to the ground and stabbed downwards at his forehead brutally to kill him before taking whatever weapons the raider had and running away. Luckily for him, this raider had a 10mm pistol that was in surprisingly good condition. Before he could run across the road to use the cars to his advantage, a raider had managed to his Rhys in the chest with his shotgun, sending him straight to the ground just before he made it to a truck. He had been shot before, but never with a real weapon. He pushed himself to lean against the door of an old car, just as the raiders had regrouped together and slowly advanced to him, laughing maniacally. "You're dead meat, kid!" the Raider shouted. "We're going to have fun with your corpse after we have killed you!" "Not exactly" Rhys said, aiming the 10mm pistol at a raider's crouch, which had a frag grenade pinned to his belt. The bullet aimed precisely at the grenade, which exploded and thrown shrapnel everywhere, killing all of the raiders instantly. Rhys smiled until he felt blood for the first time, how warm it was against his skin, which terrified him. He was safe, for now. He could not feel anything below his legs, but he remembered that there was a footlocker that could have held something medical nearby his location. He felt the worst pain imaginable as he felt weaker and weaker. This is what death felt like. He found that it was overrated
Allen rushed over to the fallen teen's side after watching him take down those manic savages, knowing he had been shot in the back, "Don't worry, I'm here to help." He said calmly to the him, boy scout first aid training kicking in as he carefully rolled the guy on his side, propping his head up to prevent shock, "I'm going to see how bad the damage is, okay?" He continued talking before lifting up the back of his shirt and breathing a sigh of relief, it looked a lot worse than it was. Most of the shot was imbedded in his skin instead of truly piercing, "Got any medical supplies?"
"Medical? No, sorry." Rhys said before sighing. "I don't know how I got into this mess in the first place. I just woke up in the middle of a desert on the other side of the planet, it's confusing."
Allen pursed his lips, "Damn. And wait, that happened to you too? Well, minus on the other side of the world. I - 20 goes through my hometown, but then again, it does stretch across the entire nation..." he muttered before quickly moving to tearing off stripes of cloth from the bodies and starts picking out the pellets in Rhys' skin as well as he could before tightly wrapping the cloth around his body to stop the bleeding.
Rhys said nothing, biting his lip as the shotgun pellets were removed from his back as he was treated. Once the cloth had been placed onto him, he only felt a dulled out yet deep pain in his back. He looked around his enviroment and said the first thing that came to his mind. "Is this America?"
Allen nodded as he finished up the bandaging, "But it definitely isn't around anymore if those guys who attacked you are roaming free." Allen sighed, "And honestly, I have no idea where we are right now other that the southern portion of the US, and it's early fall."
"Southern US?" Rhys replied, quite shocked about where he had landed. "Definitely not home. The thing that's on my mind is that we know roughly where we are, but I want to know when? And if so, what the hell had happened to us if we've both landed here."
Allen shrugged as he looked at the dead bodies, fighting back the urge to vacate his stomach, "Well, I will tell you one thing...those savages remind me of a certain game video game I played a lot..." he muttered before offering a hand to the guy to help him up, "But anyways, name's Allen. Yours?"
Rhys offered his hand out to be lifted up before the two of them were shaking hands. "The name's Rhys, nice to meet you." He said before noticing the dead bodies, his mess. He had never been forced to kill before, but it seemed that the eight raiders that he killed before told him otherwise. Rhys did not feel sick from having to kill the raiders who were scattered around the road, some in-tact while others were torn to shreds, but he hated the warm sticky blood that covered his clothing and face that made him feel disgusted and dirty, and the guilt he had felt for killing a human being. Innocence was the first thing to go when one goes to war however... "God...I did this" Rhys said, looking at the bodies, feeling sick and in disbelief. "I actually did all of this." His attention soon turned to a raider, who happened to be moaning loudly. He was missing the lower half of his body as his organs were clinging onto him by a thread. He crawled towards a gun as the raider, who knew that he was going to die, wanted to take one last victim with him before he went to hell. Rhys watched him as the raider placed a feeble hand onto the weapon before using all of his strength to turn himself over. He picked up the pistol and aimed it at the two. The raider's eyes shrunk when he realized that the pistol was out of ammo before trying to scream, only making the same moaning noises. Rhys had decided to walk towards the raider, not being able to watch the raider in agony as he took out the knife and went over to end the raiders misery. He went down to his knees at the raider, who was still moaning, before silting his throat. When he came back to Allen, there no tears on his face. He had to perform the honorable thing to do, putting down a rabid dog on the last leg of it's life. He looked at the knife and flicked the blood off onto the desert sand, sighing deeply before a tear or two finally escaped from him.
Allen shivered at the cold, but necessary sight, "u-uhm...g-guess we should see if they have anything we can use..." he said quietly. It would be a grim, revolting thing, but if this was what he was thinking It was...they were going to need it.
Rhys reluctantly went over the the bodies of the ones he had killed and looted them for almost anything they had available, ammunition, weapons, basic food supplies and...Bottlecaps? Rhys then realized that he had found himself inside his favorite game, and the thought of this terrified him. He took a hand towel from a raider and wiped the blood off his face and as much of his clothing as he could. Playing in his strength of long-range combat, He took a hunting rifle from a dead raider, alongside a surprising amount of ammunition while he placed out the weaponry he looted for Allen to select from. A switchblade, a 10mm pistol, a shotgun, and even a semi-auto rifle. It was a fairly good find in terms of weaponry, but it was going to get much harder from this point onwards.
Allen took the switchblade, 10mm pistol, and the AR-15. He looked the weapons over and shook his head, "Extremely dirty and will have to clean it...but it's usable..." he muttered before looking around the area and noticing a highway sign that said distances to cities, going over to investigate, he saw on one side, "Terrell 15 miles." He read, looking to see that was the direction the smoke. "Definitely should avoid going that way..." he muttered, then looked at the other sign, "Dallas 15 miles. Fort Worth 40 miles. Dammit. Looks like I'm somehow stuck in Fallout outside the Wasteland of my home..."
"I don't even want to know what has happened back in Australia. It's either fallen to total anarchy or hopefully has several nations from the ruins of some of the cities, the wildlife is deadlier now, with or without the radiation and the environment there must be brutal. I hope they got off lightly." Rhys replied, looking off into the distance towards the burning town. "I have a hunch that these guys must have been involved, but it would take more than eight raiders to bring down an entire town. There must be much more than these guys around, so I'll repay your help of treating my woulds by keeping watch. Now...we're do we go from here?"
"Well, we definitely aren't going that way." He said pointing to the town on fire, "So looks like we're heading to Dallas. Just warning you though, Dallas was a hellhole, even before this hellhole Wasteland. But luckily, the only reason they would have to nuke Dallas is the population center. Fort Worth however we home to a Strategic Command command base and would have been a primary targrt. So, we stay away from northwest Fort Worth and we should be good." Allen explained, "So skirting around Dallas will be our best bet. Should be easy enough since the outer highway loop. Hopefully the roads aren't too different here as they were in our world." Allen suddenly heard slow clapping behind him from the direction of the burning town. Turning around quickly on his heels, he saw a tall man around six foot five and in his early twenties dressed in a cowboy duster and hat with a sniper rifle and a winchester cowboy repeater strapped to his back with a combat knife and a 9mm pistol strapped to his belt, "You two aren't from around here are ya?" The stranger said chuckling before shoving off the sign he was leaning against, "Good. I'm not either." "...How long where you listening to us?" Allen asked, completely caught off guard by the man's sudden appearence. "Oh, just about the entire time, but don't feel bad, I was raised to be stealthy. Now, I understand you are from this area but not from here, strange time thing I'll take it, but that's of no concern. What I'm interested in is is a guide. Lead me through to a certain amusement park in the middle of this place, and I'll reward you." "...Six Flags is here? Huh, I can lead you there, but why?" "From what I know, it's the only place in the entire Dallas-Fort Worth Wasteland that is a sane settlement." "...And the town you just came from?" "Oh, it had been overrun with raiders so I did the right thing, I burnt it to the ground and killed any raider trying to escape. Got most of them." Allen shivered at that, this man was a killer, one you didn't want to pisses off, but he seemed at least logical. That was a start, "Can we get your name name at least?" "John Trueman, pleased to meetcha." - - Auto Merge - - (Oh, here's some screenshots of what John looks like: http://imgur.com/a/wjtMV the differences being that underneath his duster is essentially an Enclave version of patrol armor, and in the time period of this RP, his pistol is a 9mm instead of Lucky)
(I'll get some more images of Damien, except that these would be 'action shots'. Expect the photo's to include Legion whenever possible.) While Rhys would have been completely useless in being a guide, and instead being a tourist, he had a good feeling about the man that was speaking to them. He felt...unique, in that straight away in his mind, he was essentially a whirlwind of death. While he had only just encountered the man for a first time, he felt like he had known him forever. Rhys then went over to introduce himself. "My name is Rhys" Rhys had gotten out. "Nice to meet you."
"And I'm Allen" Allen followed up Rhys' introduction. "Well then, hopefully you two will prove useful in this. Now, we haven't much time to linger, that only attracts wildlife and unsavory figures." John replied before briskly walking past the two, "Come on, you going to show me how to get to where I need to go or no?" Allen sighed and went to catch up with John, "So where do you come from? And why exactly are you heading to this safe settlement when you can just go around?" "Well, I'm originally from California, but moved to Washington DC after some...extrordinary circumstances, and for the past 5 years, I've been walking back across the country to California, I've obviously have had quite a few detours. And as to why I'm going to the settlement? Well, lets just say going years without any civilized life beyond a few towns just trying to survive makes you eager to encounter some form of togetherness in civilization. And who knows, the settlement could be in the need of a hired gun such as myself to remove any threats to them." Allen simply nodded slowly at that and looked to Rhys in a "I have no idea what to do" way
(Lets just get to the Six Flags settlement. And if you're wondering what it looks like, look up Six Flags at Arlingron
After walking for a short while and having their travel time being delayed due to encountering a group of raiders, the three of them made it at Six Flags. The entire theme park had walls almost ten meters high that was made up of many derelict or destroyed rides, with the addition of being reinforced with concrete or a billboard. The main gate appeared more as a military gate instead of a entry to endless fun. Some of the rides, especially the majority of the taller ones, were turned into homes. Six Flags appeared to have a fairly large population , but it also held an enormous potential for a large population and had enough room to expand to do so. Rhys and the others stood about five hundred meters away from the entrance, noticing the attention of the guards turning towards them.
