Zach woke up from his short slumber, his head hurt like hell. "*Groan* Now I know how it feels to getting blasted in the head with a shotgun..."

"Where the hell am I?" Zach looked around him, dry desert, rocky mountains, rather fresh air. He tried to recall anything he could remember. "I remember coming to Zion with Mike, and then I jumped off a cliff... and then nothing?"

"Where the hell is Mike? He should have come for me so after I jumped. He usually did..."

He tried to get on his feet, and he found out he was not in his iconic veteran NCR ranger combat armor anymore. "Why am I wearing this Normal Combat Armor?"

Taking off the armor without even checking his surroundings, he took out his Pip-boy 2500, and checking his inventory. Well, nothing was missing, so he couldn't have be kidnapped. The few differences he noticed was a Combat Knife, a worn Hunting Shotgun, the combat armor, and a park ranger hat. He viewed the inventory log , and those items were added into his inventory 3 DAYS AGO!?

"What the..." Zach then noticed noices nearby, some tribals were trying to barge in the General Store. "Heh, White Legs are up to no good. Time to have some fun."

Put on his ranger combat armor, and took out his favorite grenade launcher, Betsy. He then walked behind the tribals, outside the explosive range.

"Hey Jackasses, let me introduce you to my ol' trusted Betsy!" Zach yelled, as he shot a 40mm grenade from Betsy.

The grenade precisely landed in the middle the crew, dealing massive damage to the tribals, but the store's front door was destroyed at the same time. Two tribals were killed by the blast, limbs and gores flying anywhere. The rest of the 3, 1 rifle man, and 2 melee fighters.

"Mother Fucker!" The rifle man yelled, unholstered his Brush Gun.
"You'll pay for this!" The Club man rushed toward Zach with his Rebar Club.

Zach just stood there, he holstered Betsy, and took out a Hunting Shotgun, and aimed at the Club man. The Club man wasn't stupid to rush him in a straight line, he strafed left and right, getting closer and closer.

Zach fired a few shots, but most of the pallets missed. "Hmm... Time to get a little serious."

The rifle man stepped aside took pot shots at Zach, managed to hit few shots but he didn't even flinch, his armor was pretty sturdy.

As the Club man reached Zach, he swung his club, only to be blocked by Zach's shotgun, the force was strong enough to make Zach backed up a few step. The rifle man found an oppotunity to aim for a perfect headshot, so he took some time to aim.

Zach grinned, "Nice dodge and nice hit, but..." he kicked the tribal in the belly, sending the tribal back, leaving a open spot in the middle.

With a sly grin, Zach pointed his shotgun at the attacker. "Now Stay Back!" Zach pulled the trigger.

*Click* *Click*

"Huh?" Confused by the lack of booming sound of his shotgun. He then found out that his shotgun broke when he blocked the Club Man's attack.

"God damnit... Time up! Time up!" Zach placed his hands like a T. "Gotta fix me shotgun, first."

Zach took off his backpack, took out a small box black box that contained some tools and materials. He sat on the ground and started tinkering with his shotgun.

The tribals stared at Zach with blank expression. Then soon found out what they were doing.

"Shoot him, damnit!" The Club Man shouted at the Rifle Man.

The Rifle Man snapped back to reality and took aim.

*Bang*

The bullet hit Zach right in the head. Just when they thought their enemy was dead, the outcome shocked them.

Zach was still tinkering with his shotgun, there was clearly a bullet hole on his head, but he seemed unscathed.

"Keep shooting him, God damn it!" Club man yelled as he raised his club and smashed it on Zach's head.

The Rifle man unloaded couple of bullets towards Zach, and all of them hit his target.

"Ow! Those hurt!" Zach said as he gave his shotgun a final touch. And rose from the ground, a shotgun that looked brand new in his hand.

The tribals couldn't believe it, how is this man not dead?

"Devil! Stay away from me,devil!" The Club Man tried to run, but found his legs stiff.

"As I was saying... Now Stay Back!" blasting him with his shotgun. All the pallets hit his chest, blowing a hole on it and sending him flying.

The Rifle man froze, felt wet between his legs. He then dropped his weapon and ran for his life.

"Oh no you don't!" He took out Betsy, aimed and fired. The grenade flew a perfect angle, and blew the fleeing man to pieces.

"Man, I loved you Betsy." Zach kissed his grenade rifle.

"One more to go..." as he death stared into the sole survivor of this massacre.

"C...Co...Coward!" The lone tribal shouted at Zach while shaking from head to toe. "Fight me like a man!" He tried to raised his flamming sword.

"Oh! So this is how you want to play, huh?" He reached into his backpack.

"Well, it's your time to shine, Bahumut." Zach took out a fricking chainsaw from a backpack thay was much smaller.

"Finally... BLOOD!" Bahumut spoke telepathically, but only Zach could heard it.

Zach revved up the cursed chainsaw. And walked towards the tribal, menacingly.

The tribal realized he made a mistake. He dropped his sword and ran away.

"Bahumut, you like to fetch, aren't you buddy?" Zach asked his chainsaw.

"I prefer you call it hunting, but fine." the chainsaw replied. "And I think you're schizophrenic."

"No, I'm not!" Zach retort, he noticed the tribal had already ran quite far.

Zach looked at Bahumut. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm game!" Bahumut replied.

He threw Bahumut straightforward, took out his shotgun and shot at Bahumut, sending it further and faster. (New Vegas physics, am I right?)

Just when the tribal think he escaped, he heard a gun shot. The last thing he saw, was a bloodied chainsaw ripping through his inside. With a long and painful scream, he fell into his own bloodpool.

Zach walked next to Bahumut, still ripping at the remaining carcass. "Satisfied?"

"Yeah, that was fun. I guess." Bahumut replied.

Zach picked up the chainsaw and turned its power off. Put it back into his small backpack. And returned to the General Store... With bunch of stimpak and Med-X on his body.

Author's Note

Wow, our side hero is pretty OP, isn't he. I think it's pretty accurate according to his videos.

Thank you for reading, constructive criticism is welcomed.