Walk in the Wastes #1: August 15th, 2279
#1 of Walk in the Wastes
A post apocalyptic, journal styled tale, told by Bishop, a wanderer in the American Wastes after the great war. Takes place in a Fallout Alternate Universe which includes both Human and Faunus characters. Starts as a recollection to the point that Bishop is writing the story, then will continue on as weekly updates as the story unfolds.
According to Cal, if I start writing at night, it should help me get to sleep, and it'll create something for me to leave behind. I personally think that shit's useless, and no one will care about this scrap, but if it makes her happy, I guess I'll give it a go. Never really been that good at this stuff, so I guess I'll just start from the beginning..
I was raised in a settlement built on the ruins of a pre-war city that I think was called Buffalo. However, that fantastic name wasn't what drew people in. It was built near both a fresh water lake, and a massive waterfall that provided electricity to the surrounding areas. Obviously that whole fresh water lake part went to shit as a result of the bombs, but the power plants were still able to be brought back to life. My mother and I were always very close growing up. That woman gave me everything, from my eyes and ears to my shooting and cooking abilities. Dad was never around when I was young. Then one day he just stopped being around altogether. Some of that "going to the store to get cigarettes" bullshit I suppose. Never told us where he was going. Came to find out as I got a bit older that he was the one who came up with the idea to get the power plant back up and running. Guess having a wife, kid, and a town in your debt just wasn't enough for him. But this is my story, so enough about him.
Lost mom when I was about 18. Shit locked me up pretty solid for about 30 nights straight. Didn't eat more than scraps 'til I started to get sick. Neighbor girl my age stopped by to check on me one day, and after she saw my condition she ended up staying with me and taking care of me. She got me back to proper health in a couple weeks time, and we started dating not long after. Really loved that girl. I'd bring back things I'd find while out scavving for us and clean them up as gifts for her. Was always good at that kind of stuff. Fixing broken things, or even just making brand new things out of broken old stuff. Came in handy quite alot. Still does in a world like this. Right around the time I turned 22 I'd made the biggest decision of my life. I was going to go out, find a nice ring, and ask her to marry me. Couple days later I found a beautiful ring with a nice clear stone on it. Recited to myself the whole way back to town how I was going to pop the question. Must've looked like an idiot. Didn't matter though. Never got to ask it. Showed up to find her bent over the counter infront of the local gunsmith. After I dealt with him, I grabbed my rucksack, as much food and ammo as I could carry, and headed out. Stopped by his shop and alleviated him of some of his stock before I left.
I'd never been so angry in all my life. Never had my trust so broken. I just wanted to get away for awhile. Cal calls it "destiny" that I left when I did. I don't know what I'd call it. All I know is that when I woke up in my camp from the shockwave of the city erupting in a mushroom cloud of flame, it wasn't greif I felt. It wasn't confusion. It was releif. It was clarity. At that point, all I could see infront of me was a blank slate. A fresh start. I could try to move forward. That was the last night I can remember I fell asleep easily. In the light of a city of people burning in nuclear fire. Pretty fucked up right? To this day I don't know what caused it. Area was too irradiated to get even relatively close. So I didn't. I left. Headed South and never looked back. Couple small bandit raids and settlements later I came across a small settlement based out of an old pre-war college named 'Cuse. Stupid name but they were mostly good people. Ran into a petite girl with a fiery attitude while having a drink at one of the bars one night. Scummy ass boyfriend of hers had a few too many to drink and tried taking advantage of her at the bar. He went to hit her and I caught his hand. She followed up with a roundhouse to his temple, and next thing I know I'm fighting off an entire bar back to back with her. Ended up spending the night on the roof looking at the stars through two black eyes with her. That girls name ended up being Calypso, and I've been with her ever since. "With" being used very lightly here, because its been 644 days since that night, and I still have no idea what I'd call our situation. But that girl is my guardian angel. She's saved my ass just as many, if not more times than I've saved hers. She keeps me sane, while still driving me crazy at the same time. She's good for me. Sometimes bad for me, but the majority of the time shes good, so it works out for us. But, I guess this is a good stopping point, before I start to get too mooshy feely.. Still think this is a stupid idea, but I've got to admit, I actually am pretty tired.