Surviving the Apocalypse in the Wasteland of Fallout 1: A Beginners Journey

Getting shot in the head truly sucks. I don’t think anyone can really understand just how much it sucks until it actually happens but since most people don’t survive the process you’ll just have to take my word on this. What truly sucks is that I’m not the kind of person who gets shot in the head. I know that the post-apocalyptic world is one where you could easily get shot but I normally keep to myself I’m not a Kahn, I never joined the army, and even though I hate them I never even crossed Caeser’s Legion. What I do is carry packages and that should have kept me out of trouble. See there’s really no reason to rob a courier since no one ever sends anything all that valuable with a courier so it ends up being pretty useless stuff at least to raiders, and besides courier’s are always well trained and tangling with them is difficult so no one would fight a courier just to open the package and find grandma’s favorite fountain pen or some shit. That doesn’t mean we don’t get attacked for our own valuables or by animals wanting to eat us but I usually just run and hide or talk my way out of getting killed and if that doesn’t work I shoot the shit out of them. If I can’t do that I can always just screw them, which gets me out of a lot of trouble. But it appeared that I had finally met my match in the guy in the checkered suit and I was all ready to go ahead and croak when I suddenly jerked awake to the worst headache I’ve ever had. (and that includes radiation headaches)
“Whoa, easy there you’ve been out for a while and you don’t want to jerk anything loose.”
I turned my head slowly to the side, trying to ignore the pain, as my vision started to clear and saw a bald man who was probably in his early sixties, quite old in the wasteland, he was wearing a pre-war work outfit with overalls and had a kindly smile on his face.
“I’m Doc Mitchell and this is the town of Goodsprings. What’s your name.”
“Minda.”
“All right then Minda can you try to sit up for me.’
I did so groaning slightly with the pain in my head. My legs had fallen asleep and moving them was difficult but I managed to sit up on the bed and swing my legs around so I was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Very good, now I had to go rootin’ around in your noggin to get all the bits of lead out. I take pride in my needle work but take a look just to make sure I got everything right.” He said handing me a mirror. I looked a bit worse for wear and there would be a permanent scar but he had done a good job.
“Yeah looks right.”
“Alright good now let’s get you up and moving around.”
He helped me to my feet and sent me across the room to a vigor tester on the far wall. It was only a few feet but I barely made it.
“Looking fine so far now let’s check your vitals.”
I grabbed the handle of the vigor tester and it started spitting out numbers. I scored fairly well on the intelligence, agility, and charisma, while scoring lowest on luck which was not much of a surprise considering the week I’ve had. Everything else was fairly standard.
“Well that looks good”
After that everything else was just a battery of tests and paper work. Doc Mitchell gave me a psychological evaluation and I filled out some medical history tests. By the time it was all over my headache had started to ease and I had begun to feel like a real person again. On my way out the doc handed me my backpack with all my stuff in it including my orders from the Mojave Express my 9mm handgun and some ammo and my other personal effects. I blushed a bit realizing he must have gone through it and would have found my strap-on dildo I carried with me. He didn’t seem to notice my blush and I decided not to bring it up if he wasn’t going to. He also gave me his Pipboy from his vault days saying he rarely had a use for the thing anymore. Then he said I should go find someone named Sunny Smiles at the saloon so she could teach me how to survive in the wasteland. Well I sort of already knew how to survive but Sunny Smiles sounded pretty hot and I hadn’t gotten laid in a couple of weeks so I figured I might as well go see her. Besides I could use the refresher so why not. I opened the door and walked out shielding my eyes till they grew accustomed to the bright midday sun of the Mojave Desert.
I looked down the street and saw a sign that said “The Prospector Saloon” and started towards it glancing at the rest of the town with folk running around going about their work. I reached the saloon quickly passing the general store on the way and noted it for later. I reached for the front door and as soon as I stepped inside a large dog ran up to me barking and wagging her tail. I reached down and started petting her then looked up at her owner.
“You must be Sunny.”
“Yup that’s me” she said in a pleasant but strong voice.
Sunny Smiles was exactly as gorgeous as her name suggested. She had a face that was pleasantly angular and short brown hair. She was wearing leather armor and had a rifle strapped to her
“Doc Mitchell told me to come see you, said you could teach me to survive in the desert.”
“Yeah I can help you out maybe keep you from getting killed… again.” She said “Meet me outside in the back.”
I nodded flashing her a winning smile and started following her outside. Once we were out back I saw a rail containing about half a dozen glass bottles along with a varmint rifle that Sunny picked up on her way and handed to me. We got about twenty feet from the rail and Sunny told me to try to hit a few of the bottles. I then popped off three rounds in quick succession obliterating three of the bottles.
“Alright! That’s a great start but how about we try with a moving target. I got some Geckos need clearing out near the water supply you can come along if you want.”
“Lead the way” I said flashing another smile.
Again I proved a crack shot with the rifle and killed every Gecko before it ever saw me. We then cleared out the other two Goodspring wells fairly easily and saved one of the settlers of Goodsprings while we were at it. At

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