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[scarreddirector-blog]

Unlikely Savior

-( @railroad-drummer )-

Being out here as long as he had, Damien knew better than to come running at the sound of someone in distress. Curiosity drove him through the cracks of alleyways and through shadows, where he perched at the edge of one to gaze out upon whatever gruesome scene was moments away from playing out.

Three raiders surrounded the crumpled form of a person curled upon the ground. All of them were laughing, shouting obscenities, at least one hysterical; clearly high on something. There were dark splatters of blood upon the pavement. Whatever they’d been doing to their chosen victim was a mystery, but it hardly mattered. Such horrendous, senseless cruelty filled Damien with righteous anger all the same.

He was moving forward long before the conscious decision drove him to, rifle raised, aim steady as he peered down the scope with his one good eye. The kick of the shot was followed swiftly by two more. All three men fell to the ground in rapid succession.

He rushed forward, standing near like a sentinel as he scanned their surroundings. Not seeing any immediate threats he slid the rifle on its strap, resting it upon his back as he turned to scoop the smaller male up off the pavement. Even if he couldn’t walk, Damien was prepared to take whatever burden he had to.

“Come on,” he huffed, “We have to get you out of the open.”

He dragged him up and toward the cover of a nearby house. Those raiders were sure to have friends, even if they weren’t within eyeshot just yet.

[sanguinariis]

@railroad-drummer liked this for a starter!

Although Aiden was a man of the wasteland, by far preferring the open vastness with very little of civilization to claim it, it was safe to say the ruins within the Commonwealth provided some interest as well. It juggled back and forth between settled or left to the wastes to reclaim... some areas taken by raiders and super mutants and other people as homes. Others were almost eerily empty, nothing there, aside from the scattered remnants of the past.

The armored wanderer was within one such cloister of places. He had Ritz had cleared out the feral ghouls that had been nested within this place that had perhaps once upon a time been a small outlying neighborhood to one of the larger cities still barely standing. His companion had ventured off somewhere but he wasn’t the man’s keeper, possessive though he might still be of him, and he’d wandered off through this area itself.

Perhaps this had even once been a raider’s nest. While part of the area was sunken into the waters, being consumed by a marsh, much of the rest had scaffolding on the roofs leading from one to the other. It was on those that he’d finally figured out how to work his way up on, venturing from one roof to another, from that one to the next, in order to get a better vantage point of all that was going on.

It was only when he reached the last that the former Legionary was able to see the road leading into the city itself. Activity seemed sparse enough for the most part, just the occasional movement of the mutated deer-things that ventured through, but he supposed this would be a good spot to notice whenever Ritz got back too. It was secured and out of the way and let’s face it... most people didn’t always consider to look up at what threats might be watching from above anyway.