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            All and all, I didn’t except to live a nomadic life for a good portion of my adolescent years. No teenager should ever be alone, with hardly anything to hold onto during that time period. The Commonwealth, where anyone’s life can be turned upside down in a blink of an eye.            “Hmm, this seems to be the place.” I state to myself softly as I look back at my hand drawn map of the Southeast of the Commonwealth. “Goodneighbor, a place to harbor people who is not fitted somewhere else.” One hand letting go off of my map and landing on my violin that helped me throughout the years, I have a f

John grunted in pain as he pulled out the final bullet from his side, another dose of Med-X making the burning pain fade away to a pleasant numbness, following a nice stimpack to seal up the wound. Bright blue eyes blinked away some tears of pain as he sat slumped against the wall of some godforsaken building not far from Goodneighbor. The twenty-seven-year-old was so done with being fucked over by Vic, the male kicking a can several feet away as thoughts of that poor bastard Vic had gunned down came to his mind in the mix of drugs pumping through his body. He was so done with all that shit, the murder, the extortion from people who barely ha

A man's car broke down in a part of town that he normally would avoid and he was forced to walk for help when some hoodlums jumped him from behind beating him to an inch of his life, robbing him and throwing his broken body into a vacant lot. With his broken jaw and missing teeth he could only gurgle for help to anyone who might be nearby. Just as it would happen, an accountant was walking down the same sidewalk and seeing the man out of the corner of his eye immediately began to look everywhere but towards the man as he began to walk quickly by. Then came a rich lawyer who, spying the man, pulled out his phone, looking away, started to act a

”Hey, answer me Sole!” Deacon called out, heart racing as he searched high and low for signs of anyone or anything. Hearing something to his right Deacon raised his gun as he slowly stalked forward, heart freezing when he passed some crates and set his eyes on two figures. ”Please…help us…” Hancock looked like absolute shit, his face gaunt just as much as much as the rest of his body was from the lack of nutrition and he was shaking from not only being overdosed but from withdrawal at the same time. His eyes were wide and pleading as Deacon knelt beside him, his arms cradling the Survivor close to his ches