Fallout 3 Stories!

[cheese_wizington]

Basically, share your adventures of everyone's favorite post apocalyptic Washington D.C.
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General Idea:

Be creative.

Remember, it can be dramatazised to add flavor. You might want it re-told to the very bullet, or with something extra.

Have fun!
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I'll start.

Well, if this doesn't make any sense it's because my game is heavily modded.
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Nightime.Dark.

It begins to rain as I step over the last fallen raiders head; bastards never knew what hit 'em. It's never safe in the pitch black of the wasteland, so I decided to head to an overpass not far from here.

I light up a cigarette as I make my way towards the overpass.

A flash of lightning reveals a human form at the entrance. dammit. More raiders.

Another flash shows that there are dozens of them on the overpass. Fine. I'll move on.

A shrill voice cries out from a top the overpass.

"Stop! It hurts, please, somebody help me!"

"Your not going anywhere missy, your stupid Father's not around to save you anymore!"

It sounded like a little girl, couldn't be more than five or six.

This just became my problem

I flick away my cigarette, and put on my night vision goggles.

The first Raider had sat down for a rest, huddling under a blanket in an attempt to block out the ice cold rain. There aint no rest for the wicked, especially when you have a new asshole where your face used to be.

The thunder blocks out my footsteps as I move along the overpass. A knife in the back here, a bullet to the spine there. I finally reach the shack where the... noises are coming from.

I kick open the door.

Too late.

I see a dead girl, couldn't be more than five or six.

There is one raider in the room, I body slam him into the wall of the shack, making it shake.

"Please don't hurt me man, I was just havin some fun!' He pleaded.

This is fun to you you sick little fucker!?

"Please, don't! do-

His last words don't escape his mouth. I stab him again and again until all that remains is a filleted human form.

I leave the shack.

I light up a cigarette as I walk towards the end of the overpass.

Raiders.

Bastards never know what hits 'em.

 

[AkJay]

I really liked it. More please.

 

[TheLastCylon]

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My Fallout disc broke awhile ago, but your story has persuaded me to go and get a new one. Keep writing stuff like this, it's great.

 

[Mozza444]

Great story man, im not very creative...

so i think you should write mine

 

[Shamgarr]

This really happend just the other day.

There was a group of nine super mutants standing in a plaza. I, being safely hidden by my chinese stealth armor, find myself a nice vantage point and pull out my sniper rifle. Aiming for a lowly grunt in the corner, I pull the trigger.

That's when everything went downhill.

Out of pure misfortune, the bullet only grazes the mutants ear, which causes him to emit a terrifying cry of pain and bloodlust. His friends, consisting of a few other grunts, a master, and a full-fledged overlord are all alerted to my presence and send shots, cries, and worst of all, fear, straight towards my vulnerable location.

Thinking fast I retreated and noticed a metallic object which caught my eye. It was a large, gray cylendir, which emitted from the ground like a sore thumb. Instantly realizing what it was I quickly opened the Pulwoski Preservation Chamber and dashed inside, closing it behind me. I was able to let out my apprehensive breath as I contemplated my escape, half-assuming victory, or atleast another chance at life. Ironically, the fates which had already once chosen to curse my efforts did so again as I began to detect a growing disturbance coming from outside.

"FOUND YOU!!!!" came a hideous cry , as the chamber opened and a glorious mix of light, metal, and blood saturated my vision.



That was the third time I died.

 

[ma55ter_fett]

I step out onto the top balcony of tenpenny tower. A dry wasteland breeze curls around my face, carrying with it the smell of ghouls from a nearby metrostation. I check my pipboy again to make sure I have the quest details correct, I do.

I check my weapons in full view of the elderly gentleman who is sitting in an old armchair sipping expensive booze. He doesn't seem to be phased when I test out my powerfist on a poted plant with explosive results. satisfied with my weapons deadly power I approach the old man.

"You Alistar Tenpenny?" I ask

"Sure am young man, and who might you be?"

"The ghouls send their regards." I say, and pull back my fist.

The force of the blow sends bits of his skull flying into oblivian and his body crumbles lifeless at my feet blood staining the old armchair. I pick up his body and throw it over the banister to the wasteland below as a signal for the ghouls to start their attack. As the screams begin I recline in the armchair and drink the last of the booze.

 

[cheese_wizington]

I step out onto the top balcony of tenpenny tower. A dry wasteland breeze curls around my face, carrying with it the smell of ghouls from a nearby metrostation. I check my pipboy again to make sure I have the quest details correct, I do.

I check my weapons in full view of the elderly gentleman who is sitting in an old armchair sipping expensive booze. He doesn't seem to be phased when I test out my powerfist on a poted plant with explosive results. satisfied with my weapons deadly power I approach the old man.

"You Alistar Tenpenny?" I ask

"Sure am young man, and who might you be?"

"The ghouls send their regards." I say, and pull back my fist.

The force of the blow sends bits of his skull flying into oblivian and his body crumbles lifeless at my feet blood staining the old armchair. I pick up his body and throw it over the banister to the wasteland below as a signal for the ghouls to start their attack. As the screams begin I recline in the armchair and drink the last of the booze.

Love it. Now I really want to write a Tenpenny one, but I don't want to steal your Ideas.

 

[cheese_wizington]

Here's another one I guess. It's really just a short fallout story. Mostly Dialogue.
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I walk in the door. The perfect little cottage, the perfect paradise.

"Honey, I'm back!" I put the caps on the table.

"Oh good, I was starting to get worried!" She smiled sarcastically.

"Don't worry, with this money we'll have enough food for the whole winter!"

"Oh, will you ever tell me where you get all this!"

"It would just make you worry more. Let's just fry up the left over meat for dinner."

"Sure, just get the fire started I'll get it prepared" She said in that sweet sing song voice.

I bend over to get the matches as I feel the cold metal barrel of a pistol against my back.

"Mr. Anderson doesn't like competition."

BANG

I fall onto the bed as blood pours out of both ends of my stomach. She poors gasoline on my body, it stings the wounds. She pulls the matches out of my cold hand.

I die slowly as the fire burns away at this perfect little cottage.

The perfect paradise.

 

[bcponpcp27]

I'm being chased by mysterious power armored soldiers who seem to have it out for everyone when I spot a nearby building. It's a little broken down, but it will have to do until these soldiers give up the chase. The door is locked, but it's no problem and I slip right it and the door locks behind me.

Safe...

In an attempt to find some caps, I start searching around the room. I move something out of the way, and hear gears grinding. I whip around and stare at the source of the noise.

A secret door is opening. It reveals....

another secret door which is also opening which reveals...

another opening door, whoever build these doors is obvious very skilled, and very paranoid.

The final door finally opens, revealing...a man in a robot suit. Clearly I underestimated his insanity. He points a nasty looking laser pistol at my head and demands to know if I was sent by the antagonizer!

I realize this man is so deranged, that even the smoothest tongue would just get blasted off and I'm not exactly a poet at the best of times. If there is one thing I'm good at, it's using my hands, and using them quickly.

I grip the arm holding the laser pistol and swing it away from my face as I throw a powerful right hook into his jaw. He's clearly surprised by this attack and staggers back as I wrench the pistol from his grip.

Not wanting to take any chances with a lunatic of this degree, I pull the trigger as he begins to recover. The pistol is even more devastating than it looked, loosing 8 or 10 blasts at once into his face, leaving a charred mess where his head used to be.

I look around his hideout, and find some nice loot. I walk out the way I came in with my new weapon in hand. The soldiers were waiting for me, obviously not satisfied with reporting that I got away.

As the first soldier notices me, he raises an odd looking rifle which shoots a slow moving green burst right past my ear, burning it slightly. I raise my pistol and blast straight through his chest armor, leaving a smoldering hole.

His compatriot has finally raised his weapon, a flamer.

I roll under the flames and out of reach of his weapon. Coat still burning slightly, I fire a shot from my pistol, ending the stream of flames.

Only one left, this one not armored, but dressed in a uniform with only a small pistol for a weapon. He tries to run, he knows he doesn't stand a chance against this strange wanderer.

As he begins to get any distance, he tumbles over, his back smoldering, and a figure holding a pistol silhouetted in the background.

Just another crazy day in the Wasteland for the Lone Wanderer.

 

[cheese_wizington]

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I laughed out loud, but did the last guy really need to die?

 

[bcponpcp27]

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I laughed out loud, but did the last guy really need to die?

Well my character was evil. So yes. Plus that pistol the officer had was worth money....MONEY!!

 

[dthvirus]

Location: Wasteland.

Stupid Deathclaws. They're no match for the claws I've woven from their fallen. Outside their cave, they charge at me. One leaps. I roll under the claws and rake my claws upwards. The creature falls over slowly, motionless and rigid. I must have hit a pressure point.

I find it odd that no matter where I hit them, I always hit a pressure point sooner or later that paralyzes them for quite a while. I don't give this much thought as I slash its throat from where it lays helpless on the ground.

A second leaps out of nowhere and lands a colossal blow on my Power Armour. Damn! They cost a lot to repair too. Oh well. Better it than me. I roll away from the blow, absorbing the shock and narrowly dodge a downward smash intended to finish me. The Deathclaw roared angrily as his meal in a tin can got away and lunged forward again.

I was ready for it. I sidestepped the leap attack and slammed my claws into its hide. The wounded creature howled and turned to face me.

And suddenly it wasn't there! But wait, there, in the sky! A tiny dot. And then, nothing.

Whoosh. It was in front of me again. And then, just as quickly, rocketed towards the heavens!

Again! This time, out of the ground. The soil never shifted either, even with its body writhing in the blackened dirt.

Needless to say, I ran. All the way back to Megaton. I got in my house, locked my door, and sat down to contemplate today's events.

Screw it, I thought. Gimme an Ice-Cold Nuka-Cola. None of that Quantum crap either.

 

[T3h Merc]

Here's another one I guess. It's really just a short fallout story. Mostly Dialogue.
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I walk in the door. The perfect little cottage, the perfect paradise.

"Honey, I'm back!" I put the caps on the table.

"Oh good, I was starting to get worried!" She smiled sarcastically.

"Don't worry, with this money we'll have enough food for the whole winter!"

"Oh, will you ever tell me where you get all this!"

"It would just make you worry more. Let's just fry up the left over meat for dinner."

"Sure, just get the fire started I'll get it prepared" She said in that sweet sing song voice.

I bend over to get the matches as I feel the cold metal barrel of a pistol against my back.

"Mr. Anderson doesn't like competition."

BANG

I fall onto the bed as blood pours out of both ends of my stomach. She poors gasoline on my body, it stings the wounds. She pulls the matches out of my cold hand.

I die slowly as the fire burns away at this perfect little cottage.

The perfect paradise.

HOLY PIG FUCKING SHIT THAT IS AMAZING!

 

[dududf]

I was walking... it was piss dark as usual around these parts...

As I walk through the capital wasteland I see fires... never good. I slowly head up to the hill near by that over looks the area of the fires.

As I peered looking at the area surrounding the fire I noticed that there were...burrows near the fire. As if someone digged into the very hill just for shelter. I pondered on that thought, I eventually asked myself "Why would you need that... easier to make a simple shelter..."

This thought worried me greatly, I pulled out my sword and move towards the fire.

5 minutes of slow sneaky movement later, I was nearing a hole. I carefully aproached it, then suddenly recoiled as I saw a corpse... it looked like a pregnant... mother. But something was off, it was hard to tell with just the fire light alone. I turned on my light and brought it up to bear on the corpse.

Only to notice that it was not a pregant landy. It was merely a womans head in clothes filled with dirt... But that means...

I Spun around brining my sword to defend only to be smacked over the head by an unknown assailant to my right...

I dropped to my knees... feeling extremely...tired... like if I just lay down... and take a [sub]little[/sub] nap everything will be alright... just a [sub] little...nap...and it'll be[sub] all... better[/sub][/sub]

I Woke up what seemed to have been a long time later, I was fully rested. I peered around my surroundings... something didn't feel right. Not right at all.

I examined my surroundings...I was in a dark damp room alright... something smelled... off though.

I searched for my clothes and weapons... only to feel jaded as I couldn't locate it.

Eventually I resolved to leave the room naked, sadly though the door was locked.

Grumpily I used the pipboy light to see if anything in the room was of use.

Only to nearly faint as I noticed what was smelling off.

I was sleeping in a pile of maggot filled corpses. I did my best to avoid the nausea I truely did, but at that point there was no resisting, I puked a bile filled load onto the pile. Instantly angered.

What kind of fucker thinks they can put me in an underground room, damp, smelly, full of fucking CORPSES and to top it off take all of my clothes! Some bodies going to get hurt.

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After 4 minutes, I resolved to remove the gross clothes from the bodies, heck one body had chest armour.

Another 8 minutes of poking around and knocked on walls, I noticed that directly above me the ceiling felt... off.

It was stiff, but it gave a little when punched. after thinking for a couple of seconds I decided that this room must be located near the ground level.

So the only course of action at this point, is to claw through the ceiling and hope to god there are no one outside on look out.
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After 30 minutes of gruelling clawing and digging, light finally broke through the ceiling. I quickly popped my head through the hole and looked around. Only to quickly bring it down as he realized that he was in a tent filled with eaten bodies. And weapons...

This must surely be the work of the Super Mutants... but the mutants don't burrow... alas that's a separate problem entirely.

I grabbed the chinese assault rifle, and took note of the scenery.

Well... there was the good and the bad, good news is that I'm out of that hell hole, bad news is that I'm in a middle of a super mutant camp. I looked at my gun...sighed, and put it in my back pack. I then peaked my head outside (Saying many prayers of thanks, due to it still being night.) I take note of the buildings.

9 tents, one small camp fire with a strange...humanlike creature over the flame... there were mutants around the body with knives cutting off pieces of the human thing...One strained look and I noticed that... he was still alive. The mutants were laughing at the poor man...

Without even thinking about it, I pulled a throwing knife from my *Ahem* secret area and crouch sprinted towards the mutant.

When I was in a metres distance, one mutant turned to the noise only for me to threw the knife into it's head. The Other jumped for it's gun BUT! I was too fast. By that point I had already leaped onto the dead mutant grabbing onto the knife and front flipping yanking the knife out and then bringing it down onto the other thing...

The deed was done.. for now.

I looked towards the man... tears in eyes... I was looking at the worst death possible in this world, the ultimate suffering. I took 2 seconds to beg the lord to garentee safe passage into the great gates of heaven... no one in his condition should suffer more. I brought the knife down as hard as I could into the mans skull.

I blinked out a tear, and went ahead to search the bodies for any useful items, this deed was not done yet.

I found a grenade, a proper sword. and suprisingly, a silenced pistol. I smiled a little.

I could work with this.
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After hiding the bodies, I contemplated as to how I will purge the camp... I eventually decided, after looking at the euthanized man...

It will be loud and gory.

No one will survive this, they will ALL die by my hand.

I snuck by each tent, locking each person inside via the outside... I located one tent with many mutants inside, and no door. I looked down on my grenade... then at them. I resisted the urge, and then ran to the no dwindling fire.

I grabbed a stick, and sprinted to the first 5 tents and set them ablaze, I then pulled the pin on the grenade and sprinted to the 6th tent, when I reached it I tossed the nade into the open tent. The explosion woke every super mutant.

Most of the mutants were either bleeding out from the grenade, or burning alive in their beds.

Only 2 tents left. I grabbed my knife and hurried.
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When I reached the two tents I saw a fully armed super mutant sprint into the exit door, only to fall and fumble (not knowing the door was locked) and falling to the ground. I then ran up to his head from which was visible against the cloth and merely stabbed down on his cerebal cortex. That shouldn't kill him, merely paralyse him. If not, oh well.

Instincts kicking in, I jumped to the side as the mutant in the tent who just saw his friend get knifed in the head opened fire to my aproximate location.

It was no good as I was already moving. I grabbed my assault rifle and unloaded on the other tent, merely running by the tent and firing, guaranteeing a direct hit. sure enough two mutants dropped dead against the tent walls.

Only one son of a ***** mutant left.

I ran behind the tent as the door was slowly being cut open. I readied myself.. breathed in slowly, then slashed at the back of the tent and pounced inside knife in hand. Sure enough only only mutant was there. He turned towards me and pointed his gun, only for me to swat it to the side then ventilate the fucker.

Pleased my deed was done I headed away from the tent...I was tired... oh so very tired.

Then that feeling kicked in... I wanted a stimulant... sooo badly... I resisted... then headed back to the hill, from which was about 300 metres away.
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After careful stalking I made my way to the hill un-noticed.

I knew what to expect... I would look different due to the dark and different clothes... I was ready.

I walked to the mothers head... and acted surprised. I sneakishly unsheathed my knife from my sleeve and waited. Sure enough a near silent foot step happened from my right. I brought out the knife quickly then slashed my arm horizontally.

Only to stare into the eyes of a little kid with a rock over his head. Throat slitted. Blood on my knife.

I nearly lost it at that moment, had it not been for the tugging sensation of "MOVE MOVE!" would not have been able to dodge the weapon fire that came from the burrows. I pulled a grenade from my back pack... from those bastard mutants... I pulled the pin... and dropped it into the burrows.

I dropped a tear and turned my back.

Only for the burrows to explode, guts flying out and then collapse.
I took a small peak over my shoulder to see very small children body parts littered across the ground.

One girl was half stuck in the burrows.

I looked at her.

She was crying ever so... I normally would have helped her... but what they just put me through...I merely looked at a familiar hat on her head... then reclamed my hat and stabbed her fucking skull and left her there.


I walked away a different man.

I could see the sun slowly show itself, revealing dawn.

It's a new day... full of opportunities.

Bull shit I thought... and walked away.

Well that's my story. Hoped you liked it.

 

[jakeEHTlovless]

when i stopped to rest on my way to vernon square, i drew a cigarette from my pack..... " Damn, last one." as i took the last drag from my cigarette, i heard shouts. The shouts sounded like someone was on the roof of the old run down hotel. as i look through the radio transmisions, only 2 were available, GNR and some unknown radio signal. i decided to tun in. "This is reilys rangers, we are trapped on the roof of the states man hotel....we need rescue...multi..... contact....." the radio went dead.damn, as i thought to myself, if i go up there and rescue these idiots, maybe i can gets some caps to by a carton. as i loaded the micro-fusion cell into my gauss rifle, i heard grunts and roars. shit. 2 overlord uglies came out of nowere. i ran behind the brocken down bus across the street. as i leaned around the corner the uglie bastards saw me, and by there comments, it didnt sound like they had a welcoming party.

as i steped out, adriniline pumping, i drew my weapon, aimed, fired. "Fuck!!!" as i quickly found out, my shot missed. now there were definetly after me. i had to think fast. i remembered i had just recently repared my incenerator. as i whipped out this hellish weapon, i fired it 3 times. both hit, and i could here them damn muties scream in pain. the andrinaline was pumping so hard through my veins, i hardly noticed that one of those bastards put a hole through my shoulder. i only had one stimpack left, and i utillized it. "There that should stop the infection" i said as i quickly kicked one in the head as it tried to get up.

all i could think at the time was to get to shelter, so i ran to the hospital. the burnt sign in front said our lady of hope, kinda like an oxymoron cause there was 5 or 6 uglies all over the place, not to mention some enclave were lurking around. i stuck to the shadows as much as possible, killing the ocasional centar that crossed my path, smelly little bastards. i finally made it to a walkway, witch i blindley noted was goin strait to the hotel. as i stood by the locked door, searching my pockets for a bobby pin, i thought to my self, what kinda hell am i gettin my self into!!!! just then one of the uglies broke through the door like a streak of shit, almost nocking my ass over!!! i looked up and saw it was fauwks. "god dammit fauwks, i almost wasted your ass." isaid with a grin, both mad and happy he found me. I saw that you left the .... museum of history, and i followed you." Fauwks was a man a few words, but probably the smartest super mutant id ever seen. i saw he had blood all over his hands were he was holding his gatlin laser. i see he cleared out the hospital for me. i finnaly found the pin, and tried to jimmy the lock a few times. after three tries, i finnaly made my entry. as i entered the hotel, it was strangley quiet. it smelled of burnt corpses and the occaisanal dead mole rat could be found. as i made my way to what the signs read as a resteraunt of some sort. as i opened the door, all i felt was pure terror......

to be continued....


srry for getting carried away, plus the story probably sucks any ways, oh and srry for my gramar and spelling, i know, it looks terrible.

 

[cheese_wizington]

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It was really cool. I thought it was just going to be a Rambo Vs. Mutants thing but it ended up really kickass with that ending.

 

[cheese_wizington]

Location: Wasteland.

Stupid Deathclaws. They're no match for the claws I've woven from their fallen. Outside their cave, they charge at me. One leaps. I roll under the claws and rake my claws upwards. The creature falls over slowly, motionless and rigid. I must have hit a pressure point.

I find it odd that no matter where I hit them, I always hit a pressure point sooner or later that paralyzes them for quite a while. I don't give this much thought as I slash its throat from where it lays helpless on the ground.

A second leaps out of nowhere and lands a colossal blow on my Power Armour. Damn! They cost a lot to repair too. Oh well. Better it than me. I roll away from the blow, absorbing the shock and narrowly dodge a downward smash intended to finish me. The Deathclaw roared angrily as his meal in a tin can got away and lunged forward again.

I was ready for it. I sidestepped the leap attack and slammed my claws into its hide. The wounded creature howled and turned to face me.

And suddenly it wasn't there! But wait, there, in the sky! A tiny dot. And then, nothing.

Whoosh. It was in front of me again. And then, just as quickly, rocketed towards the heavens!

Again! This time, out of the ground. The soil never shifted either, even with its body writhing in the blackened dirt.

Needless to say, I ran. All the way back to Megaton. I got in my house, locked my door, and sat down to contemplate today's events.

Screw it, I thought. Gimme an Ice-Cold Nuka-Cola. None of that Quantum crap either.

An experience we've all had.

 

[Shock and Awe]

Walked into old Olmey when I was level 7. I scarred shitless and fell into the sewers and had to lure Deathclaws onto mines so I could cripple them, therefore leaving them open to my hunting rifle, I was BARELY able to escape, but I leveled because of it.

 

[cheese_wizington]

Here's another one I guess. It's really just a short fallout story. Mostly Dialogue.
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I walk in the door. The perfect little cottage, the perfect paradise.

"Honey, I'm back!" I put the caps on the table.

"Oh good, I was starting to get worried!" She smiled sarcastically.

"Don't worry, with this money we'll have enough food for the whole winter!"

"Oh, will you ever tell me where you get all this!"

"It would just make you worry more. Let's just fry up the left over meat for dinner."

"Sure, just get the fire started I'll get it prepared" She said in that sweet sing song voice.

I bend over to get the matches as I feel the cold metal barrel of a pistol against my back.

"Mr. Anderson doesn't like competition."

BANG

I fall onto the bed as blood pours out of both ends of my stomach. She poors gasoline on my body, it stings the wounds. She pulls the matches out of my cold hand.

I die slowly as the fire burns away at this perfect little cottage.

The perfect paradise.

HOLY PIG FUCKING SHIT THAT IS AMAZING!

Thank you.

 

[Shamgarr]

When you're out of breath and bullets, the wasteland is the last place you want to be. This was the situation I found myself in as I huddled in the corner of a peculiar room. Covered with grime, the metallic walls showed obvious signs of abandonment, and for some time. My knucles were white as I gripped the lead pipe to my chest. A dull throb caused me to fade in an out, as my blood covered hair stuck to my face. Occasionaly a noise would break the eerie silence, and I did my best not to lose my last thread of sanity, assuming it hadn't abandoned me already. I tried to look back at how I had arrived there, but everything seemed hazy, as if my memories weren't really mine. Finally mustering the strength to stand, I took in my surroundings. I was in a lab of some sort. I know I had never seen this place, and I tried to remember anything that would help me figure this out. Walking over to the wall, I see my own reflection in a mirror. I touch my face gingerly. It was me, but somehow not. It was as if I was looking at another man. I examine my jumpsuit, large numbers printed on my back read "108" in yellow print. In the reflection I see movement from behind me, and seconds later a shot rings out. The bullet penetrates my shoulder and I collapse to the ground, facing my attacker.

"No don't shoot! It's me... Gary!"

the figure stepps from the shadows, and the terrifying realization hits me. "I know..." he said, revealing his startling familiar face.

BOOM!

"You, me, and every other fucker in this place."