Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160101233053/@comment-24141785-20160103202227

A few months ago...

"Hey, Garrett? Garrett?"

The two Hummers roared throughout the night as they raced across the Wasteland, making their way towards a supposedly 'desolate' outpost. Of course, it wasn't uninhabited, and it was home to a group who allied themselves with the Hounds. They had something much more valuable than a few weapons and some caps, however.

They had a portable water purifier.

For a group that would stay settled, that didn't sound like it was worth it. But to a mercenary group that was constantly on the move - desperate for clean water - that sounded like a blessing.

Garrett had been scrambling around the leading Hummer, trying to get the mounted gun loaded. The group had been prepared for a long while, and the man was tasked with getting them out safely.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment!" He called back with a sly grin, "We can discuss why I'm such an awesome guy, later."

"Garrett... Are you entirely sure we're ready for this?" The woman replied, fazing out the remark. "People are entrusting your with their lives..."

Garrett paused at the question. He had been worrying all day about this question, and he didn't need every, fucking, person bringing it up.

"We'll get out of here... I promsise." The man grumbled, "It'll be my first priority."

"Wouldn't that be, y'know, not dragging us out here." Rebecca replied with a smirk, before her face turned serious. "Garrett... Before we go in there, I need to tell.. Watch Out!"

Bullets sprayed into the first Hummer, mowing down the driver as if he was nothing more than butter. The vehicle steered towards the right, toppling Garrett off with it.

''Fuck! Fucking FUCK!''

The man grasped his hand around the door, his feet dragging along behind him. Carefully bringing out his carbine, Garrett turned around: facing the heavily fortified outpost of the Raiders. He sprayed at the incoming Raiders, tearing through their armour. One of the Raiders sniped his left shoulder, forcing Garrett to bail from the vehicle...

Luckily fRaiders  he got just out in time.

The Hummer continued its speed, toppling onto its side and sweeping any Raiders that stood in its way. Garrett slowly rose to his feet, unsheathing his 5.56mm.

''They trusted me... I will not fail them!''

Garrett started jogging towards the crashed Hummer, praying that it could be used as cover. The second Hummer pulled up nearby, all the mercenaries climbing out and firing at the Raiders. Bullets whizzed past the other side, occasionally picking off the careless fighter. Garrett led the others out into the open, sprinting across towards the wrecked Hummer.

The Raiders started charging at them with swords, intercepting the group from behind. Garrett tackled one down, unloading bullets into the attackers face. A loud ring tormented Garrett, as he cleaved through the man's skull, barely leaving his jaw intact. He flipped onto his back, clutching his head in agonising pain.

''Come...on.. You f-fuuck!''

The explosions and bullets faded into the background, as Garrett slowly sat back up. Blood splattered into the sky, as his people was gunned down. The Raiders then started to collect organs from the deceased.

As everything started turning black, the last thing he saw... Was his failures.

''I failed you, Rebecca... I failed everyone...''