Long Way from New Vegas

                         "They've got us surrounded. The poor Bastards."

                                                                  -Unknown Medic, Battle of the Bulge, WWII

    "And Veronica, I'm probably not gonna survive this. I don't want you to die too. Go back to the trading post, or the BoS Bunker. Just... Don't follow me." I told Veronica, visible uncertainty. I was going after a group of some of the most violent, sadistic, merciless raiders you could ever find, and that's saying a lot.

   Wait, let me introduce myself. I'm Darren . I don't remember what my last name is. You get a little amnesia when you get shot twice in the head with a 9mm pistol. Anyways, Most people don't call me Darren. They call me "The Courier". That's right. You're talking to The Courier. Please suspend disbelief.

                   As I said, I got amnesia. I have forgotten just about every thing about my past. I think I was born Oregon, but I honestly can't remember. I did however, remember the outrageous amount of training I got. I could shoot the wings off a bloatfly at 400 meters with a 9mm. Okay, we both know that isn't true. But I'm still a great shot.

   Anyways, back to the story. I lifted my First Recon Beret off my desk, put it on my head, took some Med-X off my shelf, and took my Bowie knife out from under my pillow. I shoved both the weapon and the chems in a large olive drab duffel bag, along with my Anti-Material Rifle and A Light Shining in the darkness (Joshua Graham's custom 45. pistol.), and a ton of other weapons. I picked the bag up, along with my satchel, and took the elevator down to the Lucky 38's casino floor.

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       I Put the AMR's cross-hairs on one of the raiders. I took in a breath, and fired. The raiders upper half literally exploded, like a stick of dynamite, tearing the back off of the guy next to him. Shit, was I using explosive rounds? Huh. I guess so. I popped off 3 more shots well they searched for the shooter, killing 4 of the raiders. Then one of the raiders, who had now discovered me had was firing in my general direction, fired a round at just the right time in just the right place so that his bullet smacked into mine, causing the round to explode, tearing the rifle open, and giving me a giant gash across the side of my head.

              I crawled down from my sniping spot. I took out my magnum, and shot a raider right in between the eyes. I injected a Med-X syringe into my arm, and smacked a button the side of my Pip-Boy.  a jolt went through my system and I popped out of cover. I marked four of the raiders, then went out of VATS. I missed a raider, but the other three dropped.

       I fired off twelve more shots, then realized I had no more ammo for the magnum, I sprinted towards a raider who was reloading his shotgun. I stabbed him in the right lung with the Bowie knife. I then dragged the knife up, till I hit his collar bone. I pulled the knife out and took his caps, and some shells.

        I slipped a small box on the bottom of my Pip-Boy, and I completely vanished. I snuck into the raider's compound and put down two of them before the Stealth-Boy's charge ran out. I took out my sawed-off shotgun and slipped the shells in.  I Charged into a large room with three raiders in the middle. Around them were barrels of meat. It smelled like Brahmin, but then I noticed what the raiders were roasting and remembered where I first had first found that smell. The Ultra-Luxe. These raiders were Cannibals.

                I aimed at the nearest raider in VATS, shooting him with both shells. He didn't even notice that I was there until he lay bleeding on the floor. I Reloaded and shot the other two. I dashed to the back of the room, then headed down a long hall.  About halfway down the hall, I heard a pained moan, and a repeated thumping noise. As I got closer, I heard someone spewing profanities. I smacked the door open, and found a a raider repeatedly bludgeoning a very badly wounded and starved woman. I smacked the butt of the shotgun against his head, and stomped it until it was just bloody red and pink paste. I looked at the woman, and said

"Get out of here."

        A very strong smell of sulfur and iron hit me as I walked into the next room.

  The Armory. Nice. Dozens of rifles and pistols lined the walls. along with a pile of assorted melee weapons and- Holy Shit. Where the hell did they get a nuclear Warhead? "Come on you fucker! Get out here so I can kill you!" I heard someone shout from outside the room, as bullets smacked the wall behind me.

        I dashed to the wall, grabbed a Chinese assault rifle, and dashed back to cover. I stuck a clip into the rifle and popped out of cover. there were around forty raiders. all aiming at me. I lowered myself and gulped. There was no way I could beat them all. I stood up, looked at the raiders, took a deep breath, and said "I am the courier. Nobody. Fucks. With. The Courier."

      I heard a few raiders laugh as they checked their guns, but I took out the laser detonator I had gotten from my travels of the Courier's Mile, aimed it at the warhead, and pulled the trigger. A small, gleaming red laser shot across the armory. The raiders' leader asked "The fuck are you do-" He was interrupted by the explosion. I had my eyes on the warhead. A bright flash, like, brighter than the sun, then black. I dropped to the concrete floor, an extreme feeling of pain and burning running through me. I shot my gaze across the room, and saw the mushroom cloud shooting through a hole in the roof. I heard the pained screams of the unlucky raiders that survived the initial blast. I had the durability of a Deathclaw, but I even couldn't survive that blast.

          Slowly I let the last slip of life escape, as my blood drained and fire covered me, then, with sticky scarlet blood flowing out of massive wounds in my chest. Then, after I lost all feeling and heard only a loud, endless ringing, everything faded to black.