Literature
(Fallout Novel) Chapter 2: Dead Man Walking
Chapter 1: End of the Line
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The next morning I woke up feeling like the ass end of a mutant mole rat, but I doubted a splitting headache and a growing sense of regret was going to get me out of this. It had been a long night, longer still with Hancock’s “friendly” neighborhood watch patrolling by my door every ten minutes. I had hoped to be long gone by now, maybe somewhere to the southwest where the Brotherhood didn’t yet have a hold. I had always thought Shady Sands had a nice ring to it, or maybe down to New Vegas, or Reno, or even Mexico for that matter. Hell, I’ve hear