As the queen pulled itself out, Fallout began to wonder how it fit into the tunnels. It's arms were about as long as Fallout's body, its teeth razor sharp, its eye's small and beady, its chest as wide as two people and as tall of two standing on top of one another, and its legs almost as tall as Fallout, only coming up to his neck.

"What are its weaknesses?" Fallout asked Core Producer.

"Besides from the light, she fears loud noises and fire," Core Producer said. Fallout grinned.

"Well then, this'll be easy," he said. His right wrist's crossbow popped out and an arrow loaded. A flint arrow. He launched it at the queen, who did the surprising thing and knocked it away. However, the flint still made a spark, which landed in her hair, and caught on fire. As the queen started to screech, Fallout loaded another arrow into the crossbow, this time with a hard pointed arrow, and launched it at the queen's chest. It embedded itself in her left breast, making her screech in agony again. But she didn't fall.

"Why isn't she dying?" Fallout asked.

"She has two hearts," Core Producer said. "You managed to shoot one, but the other heart is on the other side." Fallout started to load the crossbow with another hard pointed arrow, but the queen swiped one of her clawed hands at Fallout. He managed to dodge it, for the most part. She managed to get his right knee, making him trip and fall, and making the arrow fall out. Fallout groaned and held the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Fallout!" Core Producer yelled. "Where are you! She's almost dead!" The queen screeched in what seemed like victory, but Fallout still had a plan. He ripped off a part of his shirt and hastily wrapped it around his knee, pulling it tight to put pressure on the wound. He managed to stand up and picked up the fallen arrow. He loaded it into the crossbow and nocked it. Still hidden by the rock he had been knocked behind, he aimed at the queen, carefully aiming at its right breast, and fired. The shot was perfect, hitting the queen directly in the heart. She let out one last screech and fell. Unfortunately, it was on Core Producer, but at least it was dead and that nothing else was following the queen.

"Nice shot!" Core Producer yelled, his voice muffled by the flesh of the queen. "Now can you get her off of me?" Fallout started shoving the queen, badly moving it with each shove, until finally, Core Producer's head was uncovered.

"How long until the others start coming out?" Fallout asked as he continued shoving the queen's body.

"Hopefully, they won't," Core Producer said. "However, if they do, don't worry, all you need to do is set the queen on fire. But don't do it with under her, please."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't do that to you," Fallout said. "But the queen is really heavy. Do you have sex with her?" Core Producer sighed.

"Yes," he said. "And I know what you're thinking. Yes, it is painful."

"Well, that's not good," Fallout said. "Now, I think I can pull you out."

"Do it," Core Producer said. Fallout grabbed Core Producers arms and started pulling. Fortunately, it was quick, and Core Producer slid out. Fallout put Core Producer on the queen's back.

"So, is there anywhere you want me to carry you?" Fallout asked.

"Nowhere specific," Core Producer said. "I've never actually been above ground before." Fallout looked around and saw a forest.

"Well, that forest would be a pret-" Fallout was cut off, however, when screeching started sounding off again. Core Producer and Fallout looked at the now gapping hole that the queen had crawled out of and saw multiple women crawling out, the dun shining off their black claws and skin. Core Producer screamed, and Fallout grabbed Core Producer to put on his back, and started running, Core Producer tightening his grip around Fallout's chest. Fallout took a quick glance behind him and saw that they were gaining on him.

"We just have to make it to the tree's!" he panted. "We should be safe there!" As he ran, he looked for anything that could help him hinder the women's approach, but found nothing. As he hoped over a log, and heard something whistle, and a thud. He turned his head to look back and saw that one of the women had fallen, but was getting back up. There was an arrow in her forehead.

"How the hell did she survive that?" Fallout panted.

"They have thick skulls," Core Producer said. "That's one of the mutations that happens when you have sex with them."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Fallout asked as he continued through some shrubbery.

"They have incredibly short life spans, and die after about a week, except for the queen, so I need to have sex with them to make them survive," Core Producer said. "And they give birth after a minute or two, so I've been forced to have sex with my daughters."

"Ew," Fallout said.

"Exactly," Core Producer said. "Nice shot, by the way. That was right in between the eyes."

"It was a good shit, but there's one problem," Fallout said. "I didn't make that shot."

"What?" Core Producer asked. "You mean we aren't alone here?"

"It appears not," Fallout said as he jumped over another log. "But don't worry, I don't think their trying to kill us." He glanced behind him again to see that there was only one woman following him now.

"Oh, I can take this," he said. He skidded to a stop as he grabbed a large branch and broke it off a tree. He started running towards the woman, and as they were about to meet, Fallout swung it as hard as he could. The swing hit the woman directly in the chin, knocking her upwards for a second, before she crashed back down.

"Dude, that was awesome!" Core Producer said.

"Thanks!" Fallout said. "Now, did you see whoever shot down that first woman, or who took out the other four?" Core Producer shook his head.

"It's a complete mystery to me," he said. A branch cracked. "Was that you?"

"No," Fallout said. He turned around to see...nothing. "Must've been a squirrel or something."

"Oh, I'm not a squirrel," a voice behind them said. Fallout spun around to see a white cloaked man leaning on his staff. "Who might you two be? I haven't seen anyone wander these forests since Sauron damaged them. Although, these past few days have been rather odd."

"I'm Fallout, and this is Core Producer," Fallout said. "Did you take down those women?" The man nodded.

"I only killed one," he said.

"So it's a tie?" an Irish accented voice asked. An incredible short armored man walked into view with a taller, pointed ear guy. Both were carrying weapons. The short one was holding an axe, and the taller one had a bow and quiver on his back.

"Gimli?" the white cloaked man asked. "Legolas? What are you two doing here?"

"Gandalf?" the short one, Gimli asked. "How have you been?" He and Legolas started walking towards Gandalf, Gimli's arms spread and wrapped around Gandalf's legs.

"I thought you were hunting down the last of Sauron's evil?" Legolas asked. "Unless you've already finished?"

"I've finished with the big ones," Gandalf said. "But then something else happened."

"Let me guess, new creatures started attacking you?" Gimli asked. Gandalf nodded. "The same thing happened with us."

"So this forest is from another world?" Fallout asked. Gandalf looked at Fallout quizzically.

"Another world?" Gandalf asked. "Are you saying that we are currently in another world?"

"Yes, exactly," Fallout said.

"That explains a lot," Legolas said. "So, those were women?"

"Yes," Core Producer said. "I'm afraid that those were mine." Gandalf frowned.

"They were your children?" he asked.

"Yes, but that's not important right now," Core Producer.

"What is important is why you are on Fallout's back," Gandalf said. "Why are you?"

"I've been used solely for reproduction for the past four years," Core Producer said. "I've been having non-stop sex for that duration." Gandalf visually cringed.

"So your legs don't work?" Legolas asked. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Gimli?" Gimli growled.

"At least I get action," he said. Gandalf chuckled and Fallout laughed.

"Calm down, you two," Gandalf said. "Now, in all seriousness, I can fix that."

"How?" Core Producer asked. "You can really fix my legs?" Gandalf smiled.

"Yes, with just a bit of magic," he said. "Now, we should get to my campsite before it gets dark. Follow me."

Author's Note

Wow, two chapters in one day. That's a miracle! Well, I hope you liked this one as well!