Retribution
Junior Member
Whistling, whistling into the wind was the only sound being made besides the rattle of tin roofs, wooden planks and the random rolling can. It was a sweet melody, something from the pre-War days before the bombs had fell over the world. The whistling tune coming from a man dressed in a black leather trench coat, a pack strapped to his back with various of weapons attached to it. He wore riot gear underneath, a pair of numbers labeled on the neck portion read O8. In his arms being held like a baby was the man's Marksmen Carbine. The black glossy weapon rattled a bit due to the strap.
The man came to the end of the road he was on, a stop sign keeping him from moving any further. Stop, stop for what? There wasn't any cars around but to the man the sign meant a lot. He took the time to scan his surroundings with his keen augmented eyes. He sighed at the sight, nothing but ruined buildings. The day was still young and he still had a ways to go till he reaches junker settlement of Megaton. When the man was content with the surroundings he continued to walk onwards. The ends of his jacket flapping and fluttering with each step. He could feel the sun's rays pound against his eyes and so he took his hand off his weapon and reached into his coat to grab his aviator shades and placed them over his face. He turned the ball cap he was wearing around where to where the flap was over them too just to keep his eyes away from too much unwanted light. Though thanks to his eyes he spotted something up ahead, someone was moving towards him. He took his carbine up and moved his shades upwards out of his eyes and looked down the scope of his carbine. It was a woman, a woman was heading towards his area. He could see she had weapons, she was fine, no mutations nothing out of uncertain. He didn't know if he should stay in the open or signal her. He decided on signaling her.
"[Whistles real loudly] Hey! Friendly! Friendly over here!"
He waved his hand around a bit before lowering it back down. He hoped she understood he was using military analogy; friendly meaning he wasn't going to fire or attack her. He had hoped he shouted loud enough but he decided maybe he'd meet her half way and so he quickly took off into a jog. His gear bouncing and rattling with each step. He didn't have much but it was mostly his weapons he had with him. The biggest being his military grade anti-material rifle was strapped down the center of his pack while his AA-12 automatic shotgun was slung on the side of his pack. His two pistols were holstered on his back and his Ranger Sequoia was holstered on his side.