Rik's Short Story: The Cold War
The rattle of machine gun fire filled the air as the raiders hid behind a heavy steel desk. Sparks fell on Pierce's head as bullets hit the desktop and walls. When the clicking of empty mags sounded, the raiders opened fire at the vault guards. As the last guard fell, Pierce and his comrades went deeper into Vault 408. On the way the raiders picked up supplies, guns, and valuables. Once the cryo room was reached, a scarred man with a brown mohawk began directing the raiders. The man, Rik, was the leader of this group of raiders, and could order any one of these men to their deaths at a moments notice. Pierce had managed to keep on the good side of Rik as his right hand man, and had survived longer than most because of it. Rik ordered the thawing of the vault dwellers, and soon all of the residents were on their knees on the cold, icy floor. Ordering the men to raise their guns, Pierce became wide eyed. "Open fire!" Was all that was could be heard from Rik as bullets began filling the bodies of men,
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They were prewar junk." "They were also people!" Pierce spat before storming off to his tent. Inside he found a drunken raider passed out on the floor. Kicking the man awake, Pierce chased him out. Laying on his old mattress, Pierce groaned and shut his eyes. He was a battle hardened raider, but never had he seen such savagery. Now more than ever Pierce felt the need to escape, to leave the company of raiders. He would have to make a plan, but already one had formed in his mind. For Pierce's plan to go through, he needed a distraction. Loading his .44 Magnum, Pierce waited till the camp slept. When the time came, Pierce made is way through the city of tents and shacks, until finally he reached the one he was looking
They were prewar junk." "They were also people!" Pierce spat before storming off to his tent. Inside he found a drunken raider passed out on the floor. Kicking the man awake, Pierce chased him out. Laying on his old mattress, Pierce groaned and shut his eyes. He was a battle hardened raider, but never had he seen such savagery. Now more than ever Pierce felt the need to escape, to leave the company of raiders. He would have to make a plan, but already one had formed in his mind. For Pierce's plan to go through, he needed a distraction. Loading his .44 Magnum, Pierce waited till the camp slept. When the time came, Pierce made is way through the city of tents and shacks, until finally he reached the one he was looking