At one time you thought about actually buying one of those things, sometimes you even wonder how things would’ve been living underground completely oblivious to what’s going on the surface. Things might’ve been a lot easier…or maybe they wouldn’t. You’ll just have to wonder about the road not traveled.

You see no harm in making contact; they may even have useful resources to trade and might appreciate knowing that the surface is exactly the hell on Earth that they might think. Plus the rest of the Alliance leaders seem pleased that you’re agreeing with them. Maintaining good relations to keep everyone happy is always a sure way of keeping the Alliance stable. Even Ashtown makes mention of a Shelter nearby that they’ve been debating about whether to contact or not. You organize how to go about this, since you don’t want to make enemies unnecessarily.

It doesn’t take long to open up the Shelters and bypass the computer elevator systems with your help. First contact with most of the shelters is a very large surprise for its inhabitants, though a lot of them seem really grateful. Apparently GZS Shelters weren’t built very well, you hear reports of how inhabitants had to improvise and constantly repair various things. Alex tells you he isn’t surprised.

“The main reason why I outlived my cyborgs when I was…uh…indisposed… was due to having faulty GZS equipment. Granted they made a lot of good stuff, but they had a terrible habit of cutting corners. When I think about it, I really can’t believe I thought I was actually going to DO something with them, probably wouldn’t have even lasted in a real fight…still it would’ve been interesting…my God I can’t believe I used to think things like this…like…I dunno…”

Every now and then Alex talks like that. Probably wondering about his own road not traveled. It creeps people out though, however it doesn’t prevent him from being a good doctor. You almost get the impression he feels like by being a good doctor and patching folks up real well is sort of like his “penance”. One he feels necessary to do until the day he dies. This line of thinking becomes really noticeable within a few weeks of the Shelter openings.

The Shelter near Ashtown is in bad shape. From the reports you’ve heard some sort of weird “social experiment” was going on down there which resulted in some sort of catastrophe. There are many dead bodies and broken equipment. Many of the people are sick and infected with something, and they aren’t in very good shape to go anywhere. Looks like they’ve been slowly dying. In fact the Mayor of Ashtown, Carlos, is taking the hard line stance refusing to let the ones that went down there to come back up, for fear that they will infect his town. This isn’t a popular decision, so he’s hoping you can send some sort of medical team to help since Ashtown doesn’t have the experts you do. Carlos says that he’ll formally join the Atomic Alliance if you get him out of this jam. Alex insists on going to help.

“Please, let me go help. I’m the best doctor in the Alliance. I…I need to do this. I need to help these people…” Alex says almost in a begging fashion.
“…Well alright Alex, but you’re taking one of those biohazard suits! Who knows what the hell those people have, and I really can’t risk losing my best doctor.”

Alex thanks you profusely, and gathers a couple of his assistants and all the necessary equipment before leaving.

A couple weeks pass and you get a report from Carlos. He mentions that Alex has determined there is nothing contagious about whatever the Shelter people are infected with, and the Ashtown citizens are allowed to come back up and return. Alex is still working on the problem though and it might take awhile, he requests for more equipment, which you allow Ashtown formally joins the Alliance. You personally go there to welcome them in.

It’s strange that you’ve never actually been to Ashtown before, given a lot of your dealings with it. While you’re here on business you think about Ophelia, and that one night. A night that possibly saved you from committing suicide, given the downward spiral you were in at the time. There’s a few times you thought about going to see her to thank her…but then you think how she has a family now and it would just be too weird.

A month passes and you suddenly get a call from Alex on your radio.

“Alex? Where are you?”
“I’m in the Shelter. I managed to rig the computer to transmit a signal! Now I can talk to you directly! Great huh?”
“Uh yeah…what’s going on over there?”
“Oh, nothing much. This place is pretty fascinating; I’ve been trying to figure out what was going on down here. This one diary was really interesting”
“Alex what about the people?”
“It seems there was this guy called Elliot who had a lot of weird ideas, he was a doctor…” Alex says seemingly oblivious to your question.
“Yeah, I know the type. ALEX WHAT ABOUT THE FUCKIN’ PEOPLE?”
“Oh yeah…the people. They’re okay…I guess.”
“You guess? What the fuck Alex, don’t you know?”
“Well, uh y’know... this isn’t an exact science, and I’m still trying to figure some things out…I went to Ashtown recently for some more supplies, but I think I need some more higher qulity equipment from you, its getting kind of complicated down here…”
“What the fuck Alex? No, you’re not getting anything else! We’re not an endless supply of resources! Now you work with what you got and I better hear some progress soon!”
“…work with what I got…yeah…story of my life…” Alex says and disconnects.

Another week passes and this time you get a message from Carlos, he doesn’t sound well, but he does sound angry.

“…we ally with you and this is (Cough) what happens? We’re all sick and it’s (Cough!) all you and that doctor’s fault! He contaminated us! YOU contaminated us! The town is Uhhh…”

There’s an old saying, that a scorpion, no matter how well you take care of it or treat it, its nature will always be to sting you. And that’s just what happened.

Shit.
> You send another medical team to Ashtown
You immediately dispatch another team of medics in hazmat suits to Ashtown. Vivica insists on going since she’s probably the second best doctor in the Alliance, you order her not to since you can’t afford to lose her as well, not to mention she runs Fort Justice, but she’s defiant and goes anyway. You also order Eden to not let ANYONE who wasn’t already working there in, until this situation is resolved. You can’t afford your major food source to get contaminated. You decide not to inform the rest of the Alliance towns, since you hope maybe you can contain this before panic occurs. You next step is to radio Alex, but as predicted you don’t get an answer.

You soon get a report from Vivica,

“It looks bad. REAL Bad. Most of Ashtown is already dead or dying. Whatever it is, I don’t think it’s airborne. It might be the water supply. The only weird thing is, the children didn’t seem to be affected…it’s very sad though. We’re going to have a bunch of orphans.”
“Can’t you do ANYTHING?”
“No, I have no idea what this is and I think it’s too late anyway, uh there’s something else I think you’ll want to know…though I’m not sure how to say this…”
“Vivica just spit it the fuck out!”
“Well, uh…I tired to treat Ophelia, but I failed, her husband was already dead by the time I got here.”
“…Vivica, I appreciate you trying to save someone I had fond memories of, but there’s a whole town at stake…”
“I know, I know, but that’s not what I’m getting at. Ophelia had a daughter you know. Her name’s Laura. She’s five. Ophelia told me before she died; she wanted her daughter to have a good home.”
“Well of course! I mean we’ll give good homes to all the orphans!”
“Again, that’s not it. She asked for you specifically to give her that home. She said she said it’s about time her daughter got to know her father anyway.”

The surprises just keep coming.

“Excuse me?”
“Looks like you’re this little girl’s father…the timing is about right, I mean you did have that encounter with her five years ago. She’s five and if I may say, I see the family resemblance, she doesn’t look anything like Ophelia’s husband, I mean granted he’s dead right now, but…”
“Why the hell didn’t she tell me? I mean I would’ve…”
“I asked the same question, during her final moments. She’s said she was sorry she never told you before, but she knew you had other things on your mind and bigger concerns with rebuilding civilization and all. She always thought she would’ve lived in Marina’s shadow anyway and by keeping Laura to herself it was like she still had a piece of you…sir I hate to break this information up since I know it probably really important to you, but what are we going to do about the town and Alex and everything?”
“Start evacuating the children to Base Pandora, the town is dead. I’ll take care of Alex.” You say grimly before disconnecting.

Armed and focused, for the first time in a long time you travel by yourself to the Shelter where Alex is at. You meet up with Vivica on the way, who tries to advise you to at least go in with back up, but you won’t hear of it and tell her to continue on to Base Pandora. You also see Laura and some of the other orphaned children. They’re obviously still upset about their parents dying horrible deaths. You approach Laura whose eyes are all red from crying. She looks up at you.

“Are…are you really my daddy?” she asks, obviously having been informed of the situation. Contrary to what Vivica said, you think she looks more like her mother, but yes there is a resemblance to you particularly the hair. Unsure of how to respond, you give a straight forward answer.

“Yes I am and I’ll be home soon to take care of you.” you stroke her face and get back in your vehicle and drive off.

You drive through Ashtown and see the dead bodies, by the facial expressions you get the impression it wasn’t a pleasant one. Once again you think about going to see Ophelia’s body, but you quickly decide against it. You’d rather remember her how she was the last time you saw her. Besides you’ll always see her now in your daughter, plus you’ve got a score to settle with Alex.

You get to the Shelter and enter its foyer and surprisingly its elevator is at the top, looks like some modifications have been made to it as it looks as if the call buttons were there originally. You really don’t care about any of it though, you’re on a mission.

When you get to the bottom, you see the same modified call buttons near the elevator on this level as well (You can’t believe the idiotic way GZS designs their Shelters though, effectively trapping their “customers” down here) You also see more dead bodies in various stages of decay, some look like they were dead long before Alex got here. Much of the equipment and place in general is in disarray, but you also notice some of it has been recently repaired. Probably by Alex no doubt.

You hear cursing coming from a nearby room, it sounds like Alex.
> You confront him now
Knowing Alex, he’s probably killed his assistants too; you go in with your weapon ready.

“FUCK! Goddamn GZS equipment! Always fucks up!” Alex says as he’s trying to install some sort of implant in the head of some corpse on a table. Its one of his assistants and his brains are leaking all over the place, you don’t even know what the hell Alex was trying to accomplish, and you get the impression he doesn’t either. He stares at you with eyes telling you he’s finally gone over the edge for good this time.

“You see? You see what I have to work with? Can’t fucking work under these conditions! Not enough equipment! Plenty of bodies, just need the equipment…is it lunch time?”
“Is that why you infected Ashtown? So you could rebuild your insane dreams of cyborgs again?”
“It’s not insane! Its evolution! You really think the Atomic Alliance can last in its current form? NO! It NEEDS to be remade! Y’see I tried…I really did…I really tried to delude myself into thinking civilization can be rebuilt and survive in its current form…but it wasn’t until I came here and found this diary…this Elliot guy…had lots of good ideas about the nature of man…and how control IS the only way to maintain order…of course he obviously failed when his so called “obedience serum” had a long term detrimental health effect on the inhabitants here. Comes in handy as a virulent toxin when altered a bit and dumped into a water supply though. Strange how it doesn’t affect pre-pubescent children.”
“You fuckin’ sonofabitch…” you say pointing your rifle at him, he doesn’t even seem to notice, he just keeps talking.

“His ideas were sound, just his method was flawed, and it made me realize I was right in the beginning, I was just prevented from seeing my plan come to fruition due to YOUR own ambition and meddling! Shit, you can barely keep the Alliance leaders to agree on anything! The only reason why they follow you is because of the polite threat of superior firepower that you have access to and the major food source you have under your direct control in Eden. If that advantage ever disappeared, you’d have another civil war on your hands. You’re petty dictator hiding in democracy. Your own method of control is as clumsy as Elliot’s.”
“I’m not controlling anyone, you psychotic fuck!”
“Bullshit! You’ve built your whole career on it! Your destruction of my plans, your war with the Combine, creating the Atomic Alliance and being the head of it. You really expect me to believe you did all this without ambition?”
“Actually yeah. Had it not been for Marina’s influence, I probably wouldn’t have bothered…”
“How long are you going to hide behind THAT ghost? Perhaps she did have influence on you in the beginning as far as motivation was concerned, but nobody, NOBODY that has gotten this far can say they’ve been doing this all this as some sort of monument for the love of a dead woman! You’re lying to yourself because YOU don’t have the fuckin’ balls to admit you’re a goddamn friendly fascist! And after you’re dead? Do you think the Atomic Alliance will really live on? I predict it falls apart and in fighting occurs within a month! Humans are incapable of ruling themselves! The LAST WAR PROVED THAT! The Cybernetic Evolution is the ONLY thing that makes sense!”

You think about some of the things Alex’s insane ranting, before responding.

“…you might be right Alex. You might be right, but there’s just one thing...”
“Oh what’s that?”
“Your method sucks too, mainly because you were too idiotic to ever get it off the ground in the first place and this isn’t for Marina, its for my daughter Laura you fucking mass murdering motherfucker.”

You riddle Alex’s body with bullets until he’s such a bloody heap that he’s actually ripped in half by your burst. You then pull out your pistol and blast his face into a red pulpy mess.

Its over.

You return to Base Pandora where Vivica has been trying to keep control of things as everyone is starting to wonder what’s going on exactly. You give a full report to the entire Atomic Alliance about what happened. It’s a big event that nearly shatters the Alliance. When you think about it, maybe that was Alex’s “back up plan”, as even if he had been killed, he must’ve known you’d catch heat for what happened.

Some say it really wasn’t your fault, others say it was, since you left an unstable element like Alex to his own devices. Some say your past deeds should be taken into consideration, others say it doesn’t make up for the death of an entire town. Some say you tried to make things right, others say you shouldn’t be applauded for attempting to fix something that was your fault in the first place. Still others say it wasn’t your fault to begin with since the opening of the Shelters was most of the OTHER town leader’s idea not yours. It’s apparent everyone is divided on the situation, so you do the only thing that makes sense and step down from being the head of the Atomic Alliance.

This has more of an effect than you hoped. Some people still think you should be punished directly, but for the most part most are just satisfied that you aren’t the head of the Alliance anymore. The ones closest to you think it’s unfair, but you don’t really care. You probably saved the Alliance again with your actions, another civil war would’ve occurred otherwise. You can only hope in time people will see that.

Vivica becomes the new head of the Alliance. Some object to her as well since she’s somewhat close to you, but most accept her since her reputation is pretty spotless and fair minded. You remain in control of Base Pandora, which now mainly concentrates on strictly military matters as in defending the AA borders. Less politics, but not less responsibility since you now have a daughter to take care of…

Ten more years pass…

Twenty years have passed since the bombs dropped, and the Atomic Alliance is the largest known stretch of civilization known in the immediate area. It’s now become an official democratic political entity rather than just a collection of separate towns and forts which were merely aligned. Vivica is now officially the President.

GZS Shelters have been converted into major the supplier of water. Gone are the days of wondering if water was safe to drink. These Shelters have also been modified to have surrounding land to become agricultural centers like Eden; the water is piped in from underground to help grow crops. They’re probably more useful than what they were initially intended for.

Ashtown was repopulated, but a big memorial is now standing there in memory of the dead, the Shelter near Ashtown was destroyed. Explosives were placed in the entryway such a manner that it imploded in on itself forever burying the place.

As for you, you find less and less to do each day at Base Pandora. While it’s foolish to think that the world is now a safe place that an Atomic Alliance military isn’t needed, it’s just that it has fewer threats. Raiders might lurk on the outskirts of it, but to actually attack it now would be folly. Only the craziest and most desperate raiders do that nowadays, and they’re usually easily dispatched by the AA Police Force. (Most of course having trained at Base Pandora combat academy) Civil unrest mainly consists of a few normal complaints, never anything like what happened in the past. It almost like the “Old World” again.

You however are glad of this, since you have enough trouble trying to look after your daughter Laura. She’s quite willful now that’s she’s a teenager, but fortunately your relationship isn’t really bad though, you just never did get a hang of this whole father thing. The best thing you did was train her to take care of herself. Though now you’re wondering if that was such a good idea.

“I want to join the Atomic Alliance City Project!” she says.

Having tamed most of the surrounding area, the next big agenda for the Alliance is to restore the City. You never really thought this was the best idea Vivica had, since the City has always been considered a very dangerous place, with nothing but deadly radiation levels and mutant monstrosities. In fact you turned down the option to head up the project when she proposed it to you. You remember way back in your early days of the Compound, when a few people were sent to the City, and only one returned speaking of the horrible creatures inside. Since then, nobody ever really went there. Every now and then you heard about a few hostile mutants wandering from the city, but it was rare, it seems as if they were content on living in their own area.

You lived on “your side” and they lived on “their side” and that’s the way it should stay. Seems like fucking around with the City might be inviting trouble, sort of like when you decided to fuck around the Shelters ten years ago…

Your daughter on the other hand like most youthful sorts, sees “adventure”. True she’s not some delicate flower and she grew up relatively fast (She did see her mother die in front of her along with the rest of the town) but its not like she’s had any real combat experience, plus she’s only fifteen and you do feel the need to protect her.
> You restrict her from going
She’s still fifteen; you’re still able to restrict her from doing whatever the hell she wants. You do however realize that too much restriction isn’t going to help and possibly even drive her away, so what you propose is a compromise and you allow her to go on border patrol mission and minor recon duty.

Let her deal with some raiders and see if she still wants to pursue this life of adventure…

She isn’t exactly enthusiastic about this idea, probably because it doesn’t seem as “exciting”. Most raiders go running at the first sign of trouble, so there’s actually little in the way of combat. She starts becoming a little more daring and patrols further than she’s supposed to. You tell others to keep an eye on her, but of course that’s impossible all the time.

Then your worst fears come true. Laura is ambushed, beaten and gang raped. She would’ve probably been killed, but the rest of the recon team arrived in time to drive them off. They managed to kill a few…but not all. You’ve suffered a lot of tragedies in your life, but this one has got to be the worst since you lost Marina…worse even. You don’t sink into depression though, you fly into a rage. You immediately gather your best men and personally hunt the rest of these scumfucks down.

There is no where they can hide; you are the embodiment of vengeance. As is typical you find them hold up in a cave where you catch most of them off guard, as ordered, your men don’t shoot to kill, they shoot to maim. You’ll be the one doing the killing.

You cut off the genitals of each one of them and stuff them into their mouths. You yell and scream at them as you repeatedly shoot and kick their bloody bodies. You don’t stop tormenting them even after death until one of your men finally tells you stop.

You don’t really feel any better though, once again you feel like you’ve failed, just like you did ten years ago with Alex killing most of Ashtown. You can’t do this anymore; you resign your command at Pandora, despite Vivica not wanting you to.

It takes Laura awhile to get over the traumatic event, and she never really does. She picks a safer career path and she never marries or even dates, despite you telling her that she should and that its okay, but she says she’s satisfied just living with you. (And while you blamed yourself for what happened, she never did) And while you don’t mind her company, this also saddens you.

In your remaining years, you spend a lot of time regretting a lot of decisions you made in the past. You can’t even take “pride” in the fact that you contributed greatly to rebuilding civilization. When yet another war breaks out with the mutants due to the Atomic Alliance City Project you just shake your head wondering if it was all worth it to begin with.

Eventually when you die, it’s sort of a release for you. A small respectful funeral is held for you as you’re buried next to Marina like you always wanted to be, but as time goes on after Vivica and those who were with you from the beginning in the Compound die off, your name and deeds are forgotten completely as what happens to most “heroes” of history.


Knowing Alex, he’s probably killed his assistants too; you go in with your weapon ready.

“FUCK! Goddamn GZS equipment! Always fucks up!” Alex says as he’s trying to install some sort of implant in the head of some corpse on a table. Its one of his assistants and his brains are leaking all over the place, you don’t even know what the hell Alex was trying to accomplish, and you get the impression he doesn’t either. He stares at you with eyes telling you he’s finally gone over the edge for good this time.

“You see? You see what I have to work with? Can’t fucking work under these conditions! Not enough equipment! Plenty of bodies, just need the equipment…is it lunch time?”
“Is that why you infected Ashtown? So you could rebuild your insane dreams of cyborgs again?”
“It’s not insane! Its evolution! You really think the Atomic Alliance can last in its current form? NO! It NEEDS to be remade! Y’see I tried…I really did…I really tried to delude myself into thinking civilization can be rebuilt and survive in its current form…but it wasn’t until I came here and found this diary…this Elliot guy…had lots of good ideas about the nature of man…and how control IS the only way to maintain order…of course he obviously failed when his so called “obedience serum” had a long term detrimental health effect on the inhabitants here. Comes in handy as a virulent toxin when altered a bit and dumped into a water supply though. Strange how it doesn’t affect pre-pubescent children.”
“You fuckin’ sonofabitch…” you say pointing your rifle at him, he doesn’t even seem to notice, he just keeps talking.

“His ideas were sound, just his method was flawed, and it made me realize I was right in the beginning, I was just prevented from seeing my plan come to fruition due to YOUR own ambition and meddling! Shit, you can barely keep the Alliance leaders to agree on anything! The only reason why they follow you is because of the polite threat of superior firepower that you have access to and the major food source you have under your direct control in Eden. If that advantage ever disappeared, you’d have another civil war on your hands. You’re petty dictator hiding in democracy. Your own method of control is as clumsy as Elliot’s.”
“I’m not controlling anyone, you psychotic fuck!”
“Bullshit! You’ve built your whole career on it! Your destruction of my plans, your war with the Combine, creating the Atomic Alliance and being the head of it. You really expect me to believe you did all this without ambition?”
“Actually yeah. Had it not been for Marina’s influence, I probably wouldn’t have bothered…”
“How long are you going to hide behind THAT ghost? Perhaps she did have influence on you in the beginning as far as motivation was concerned, but nobody, NOBODY that has gotten this far can say they’ve been doing this all this as some sort of monument for the love of a dead woman! You’re lying to yourself because YOU don’t have the fuckin’ balls to admit you’re a goddamn friendly fascist! And after you’re dead? Do you think the Atomic Alliance will really live on? I predict it falls apart and in fighting occurs within a month! Humans are incapable of ruling themselves! The LAST WAR PROVED THAT! The Cybernetic Evolution is the ONLY thing that makes sense!”

You think about some of the things Alex’s insane ranting, before responding.

“…you might be right Alex. You might be right, but there’s just one thing...”
“Oh what’s that?”
“Your method sucks too, mainly because you were too idiotic to ever get it off the ground in the first place and this isn’t for Marina, its for my daughter Laura you fucking mass murdering motherfucker.”

You riddle Alex’s body with bullets until he’s such a bloody heap that he’s actually ripped in half by your burst. You then pull out your pistol and blast his face into a red pulpy mess.

Its over.

You return to Base Pandora where Vivica has been trying to keep control of things as everyone is starting to wonder what’s going on exactly. You give a full report to the entire Atomic Alliance about what happened. It’s a big event that nearly shatters the Alliance. When you think about it, maybe that was Alex’s “back up plan”, as even if he had been killed, he must’ve known you’d catch heat for what happened.

Some say it really wasn’t your fault, others say it was, since you left an unstable element like Alex to his own devices. Some say your past deeds should be taken into consideration, others say it doesn’t make up for the death of an entire town. Some say you tried to make things right, others say you shouldn’t be applauded for attempting to fix something that was your fault in the first place. Still others say it wasn’t your fault to begin with since the opening of the Shelters was most of the OTHER town leader’s idea not yours. It’s apparent everyone is divided on the situation, so you do the only thing that makes sense and step down from being the head of the Atomic Alliance.

This has more of an effect than you hoped. Some people still think you should be punished directly, but for the most part most are just satisfied that you aren’t the head of the Alliance anymore. The ones closest to you think it’s unfair, but you don’t really care. You probably saved the Alliance again with your actions, another civil war would’ve occurred otherwise. You can only hope in time people will see that.

Vivica becomes the new head of the Alliance. Some object to her as well since she’s somewhat close to you, but most accept her since her reputation is pretty spotless and fair minded. You remain in control of Base Pandora, which now mainly concentrates on strictly military matters as in defending the AA borders. Less politics, but not less responsibility since you now have a daughter to take care of…

Ten more years pass…

Twenty years have passed since the bombs dropped, and the Atomic Alliance is the largest known stretch of civilization known in the immediate area. It’s now become an official democratic political entity rather than just a collection of separate towns and forts which were merely aligned. Vivica is now officially the President.

GZS Shelters have been converted into major the supplier of water. Gone are the days of wondering if water was safe to drink. These Shelters have also been modified to have surrounding land to become agricultural centers like Eden; the water is piped in from underground to help grow crops. They’re probably more useful than what they were initially intended for.

Ashtown was repopulated, but a big memorial is now standing there in memory of the dead, the Shelter near Ashtown was destroyed. Explosives were placed in the entryway such a manner that it imploded in on itself forever burying the place.

As for you, you find less and less to do each day at Base Pandora. While it’s foolish to think that the world is now a safe place that an Atomic Alliance military isn’t needed, it’s just that it has fewer threats. Raiders might lurk on the outskirts of it, but to actually attack it now would be folly. Only the craziest and most desperate raiders do that nowadays, and they’re usually easily dispatched by the AA Police Force. (Most of course having trained at Base Pandora combat academy) Civil unrest mainly consists of a few normal complaints, never anything like what happened in the past. It almost like the “Old World” again.

You however are glad of this, since you have enough trouble trying to look after your daughter Laura. She’s quite willful now that’s she’s a teenager, but fortunately your relationship isn’t really bad though, you just never did get a hang of this whole father thing. The best thing you did was train her to take care of herself. Though now you’re wondering if that was such a good idea.

“I want to join the Atomic Alliance City Project!” she says.

Having tamed most of the surrounding area, the next big agenda for the Alliance is to restore the City. You never really thought this was the best idea Vivica had, since the City has always been considered a very dangerous place, with nothing but deadly radiation levels and mutant monstrosities. In fact you turned down the option to head up the project when she proposed it to you. You remember way back in your early days of the Compound, when a few people were sent to the City, and only one returned speaking of the horrible creatures inside. Since then, nobody ever really went there. Every now and then you heard about a few hostile mutants wandering from the city, but it was rare, it seems as if they were content on living in their own area.

You lived on “your side” and they lived on “their side” and that’s the way it should stay. Seems like fucking around with the City might be inviting trouble, sort of like when you decided to fuck around the Shelters ten years ago…

Your daughter on the other hand like most youthful sorts, sees “adventure”. True she’s not some delicate flower and she grew up relatively fast (She did see her mother die in front of her along with the rest of the town) but its not like she’s had any real combat experience, plus she’s only fifteen and you do feel the need to protect her.
> You ask Vivica to make you the head of the project
If your daughter’s going to insist on this foolishness, you’re going to make sure you’re at least observing her. You travel to New Justice (Formally called Fort Justice) to see Vivica. Lately you and Vivica haven’t been agreeing on too much about this, so you end up storming into her office and demanding the position.

“Vivica! I want that City Project job, I don’t give a shit who you’ve already applied the position to already, I’m fuckin’ taking it!”
“Sure. You got it. Anything else?” Vivica says not looking up from her writing some document.
“…uh no? You don’t mind?”
“Why would I? I asked you to take this position in the first place.”
“Yeah I know, but I was sort of an asshole about turning it down before.”
“Well I figured you’d come around, even if you don’t agree with this project.”
“I still don’t…I mean don’t you think we’ll be doing more harm than good by fucking around with the City? I mean the mutants inside don’t normally come out, if we start going in, we might be stirring up a bee’s nest.”

Vivica stop writing and looks at you.

“Let me ask you something…didn’t you stir up a bee’s nest when you first confronted Alex at Base Pandora twenty years ago? Think about it. Had you not gone in, isn’t it possible that he would’ve actually built up a large enough army of cyborgs and robots to attack us later and we wouldn’t have been able to defend against?”
“Well MAYBE, but…”
“How about when we fought those cultists at Eden? Your actions saved a woman who you would later give birth to your daughter. Not to mention that once run down farm house became a great agricultural center that is still a big supplier of AA food today. Not to mention Biofuel.”
“Yeah, but…”
“How about standing up to Harry and the Combine? I’m sure you could’ve easily run away from the situation, but you didn’t.”
“Well I stayed because of Marina.”
“True, but you also stay because deep down you KNEW that the Combine was corrupt and evil and needed to be destroyed and yes the loss was great, to you especially. But look what happened, the Atomic Alliance was created, and is still the closest thing to civilization in this little part of this fucked up world, well that we know of anyway.”
“I guess, but…”
“What about the opening of the Shelters? Now I know that’s a sore point with you. I know some people blame you for what happened due to that bastard Alex’s treachery. I know you probably still blame yourself to a certain degree, but think about it we use most of those Shelters as the major suppliers of food and water now. I don’t even think Atomic Alliance would be as prosperous as it is today without them. You’ve done more for the Atomic Alliance than anyone. Marina always said you never gave yourself a lot of credit for what you were capable of, it’s one of the reasons why she always felt the need to push you a bit.”
“Okay, but…”
“And you want to know why I wanted you to head this project? Because you’re the only one capable of pulling it off. Seriously if anything this shitty new world has taught us is we can’t just leave things alone. We have to take a pro-active approach to things just like we always have. I mean sure the mutants aren’t leaving the city NOW, but who knows what the hell the future holds? Shouldn’t we find out if those muties are forming their own army rather than finding out about it when it’s crossing our borders? Shouldn’t we find out if they aren’t ALL insane freaks and perhaps some of them are even civilized enough to make friends with? You’ve dealt with situations like this so many times that you’re about the only expert on the matter; you always seem to have made the decisions that turned out for the best in the long run. Maybe you aren’t running the Alliance, but you ARE the fuckin’ founder. So while perhaps you’re only taking this position to keep an eye on your daughter, you’ll eventually realize that you’re doing the right thing anyway, just like you always have.”
“…how’d you know that’s why I was doing this?” you ask totally surprised.
“Because a few weeks ago Laura snuck into my office begging me to let her join and I told her she better clear it with you. I figured your reaction would’ve been telling her no, or you would’ve let her only to demand to be head of the project to keep an eye on her. Glad it was the latter.” She says with a grin.

So it happens, you take control of the Project. You organize and plan and all the rest that goes along with it. A relatively large force made up of the best Pandora’s combat academy has to offer make a trip to the City. The radiation levels aren’t quite as high as expected, but everyone is still expected to wear their radiation suits. While you aren’t worried about yourself, you are sort of worried about Laura. Even if the mutants aren’t a problem, the higher radiation levels could render her sterile. You never thought about it before, but you would like to have grand-children someday…but if it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. No more regrets or wondering about what could be done differently. You’ve done enough of that in the past, and Vivica was right, you don’t give yourself enough credit for your accomplishments.

You personally go on every patrol Laura does. It embarrasses her a bit, that you’re being so over protective, but she appreciates it later when a gang of hungry mutants attack. (Though some snickering is heard later from some of the others in the squad when you help her up, and she has to endure a few taunts of being “Daddy’s little girl”, but she soon proves to be able capable in combat which makes you proud)

After a few weeks of exploration, you find that there’s a whole little world going on in the city. There are more factions here than you’ve ever come across! Some mutants are just mindless cannibals roaming the streets, while others are more organized and vicious. Still others follow weird new religions (Never friendly types in your experience) and others are actually friendly and have collected, fixed and horded lots of equipment over the years and would be willing to trade with “pretties” such as yourselves. (You don’t like the way they look at Laura though even if she is in a radiation suit)

Oddly new mutants are being born, not a lot, but a few. Seeing as they’re going to be a factor in years to come you guess it would be best to make alliances with the friendly mutants and provide them with help…this of course comes in the form of firepower. Of course you aren’t so idiotic to start giving them rocket launchers and such, but ammunition and few extra rifles to your new mutant “friends” can’t hurt the balance of power in the city since you don’t see it as it ever being fully part of the Alliance. You think it’ll always be known as Zeropolis (As the mutants call it) where the mutants live and chaos will always be a way of life where only the fittest survive. Hmmm, just like before the bombs hit actually…

One other good thing about this experience is after her first tour in Zeropolis, Laura decides to pursue a slightly safer career as a member of the Atomic Alliance Police Force. You’re beyond relieved.

Thirty years pass…

Fifty years have passed and you’re now celebrating the forty fifth anniversary of the founding of the Atomic Alliance at its capital of New Justice, of course you and Ex-President Vivica are about the only ones still alive who were around from the VERY beginning when it was only just “The Compound”.

You personally are receiving some sort of honor for all your deeds in making the AA possible. You even get a statue and while you’re publicly humble about it, you do secretly really like it. After all you do deserve the recognition, and you’re finally being given your credit. After you and Vivica give your speeches and get off stage, Laura hugs you and says how happy she is for you. Your grandson David does as well. You were always happy Laura’s fertility wasn’t affected by the trip to Zeropolis. Though David’s six fingers on each hand display some of the effects, but he’s normal in every other way. (If anything he may make a great diplomat to the mutants when he grows up!)

After the grand night of celebration, you go back home to rest. You’re really tired. Like you feel like you could sleep forever.

Sometimes it weird to think that before the bombs hit, you were never really a social person, but then afterwards, you became a warrior, a diplomat and a founder of a new civilization leading people through it all.

“I guess you were right Marina…I always did have it in me…” you say as you drift off to sleep…


You immediately dispatch another team of medics in hazmat suits to Ashtown. Vivica insists on going since she’s probably the second best doctor in the Alliance, you order her not to since you can’t afford to lose her as well, not to mention she runs Fort Justice, but she’s defiant and goes anyway. You also order Eden to not let ANYONE who wasn’t already working there in, until this situation is resolved. You can’t afford your major food source to get contaminated. You decide not to inform the rest of the Alliance towns, since you hope maybe you can contain this before panic occurs. You next step is to radio Alex, but as predicted you don’t get an answer.

You soon get a report from Vivica,

“It looks bad. REAL Bad. Most of Ashtown is already dead or dying. Whatever it is, I don’t think it’s airborne. It might be the water supply. The only weird thing is, the children didn’t seem to be affected…it’s very sad though. We’re going to have a bunch of orphans.”
“Can’t you do ANYTHING?”
“No, I have no idea what this is and I think it’s too late anyway, uh there’s something else I think you’ll want to know…though I’m not sure how to say this…”
“Vivica just spit it the fuck out!”
“Well, uh…I tired to treat Ophelia, but I failed, her husband was already dead by the time I got here.”
“…Vivica, I appreciate you trying to save someone I had fond memories of, but there’s a whole town at stake…”
“I know, I know, but that’s not what I’m getting at. Ophelia had a daughter you know. Her name’s Laura. She’s five. Ophelia told me before she died; she wanted her daughter to have a good home.”
“Well of course! I mean we’ll give good homes to all the orphans!”
“Again, that’s not it. She asked for you specifically to give her that home. She said she said it’s about time her daughter got to know her father anyway.”

The surprises just keep coming.

“Excuse me?”
“Looks like you’re this little girl’s father…the timing is about right, I mean you did have that encounter with her five years ago. She’s five and if I may say, I see the family resemblance, she doesn’t look anything like Ophelia’s husband, I mean granted he’s dead right now, but…”
“Why the hell didn’t she tell me? I mean I would’ve…”
“I asked the same question, during her final moments. She’s said she was sorry she never told you before, but she knew you had other things on your mind and bigger concerns with rebuilding civilization and all. She always thought she would’ve lived in Marina’s shadow anyway and by keeping Laura to herself it was like she still had a piece of you…sir I hate to break this information up since I know it probably really important to you, but what are we going to do about the town and Alex and everything?”
“Start evacuating the children to Base Pandora, the town is dead. I’ll take care of Alex.” You say grimly before disconnecting.

Armed and focused, for the first time in a long time you travel by yourself to the Shelter where Alex is at. You meet up with Vivica on the way, who tries to advise you to at least go in with back up, but you won’t hear of it and tell her to continue on to Base Pandora. You also see Laura and some of the other orphaned children. They’re obviously still upset about their parents dying horrible deaths. You approach Laura whose eyes are all red from crying. She looks up at you.

“Are…are you really my daddy?” she asks, obviously having been informed of the situation. Contrary to what Vivica said, you think she looks more like her mother, but yes there is a resemblance to you particularly the hair. Unsure of how to respond, you give a straight forward answer.

“Yes I am and I’ll be home soon to take care of you.” you stroke her face and get back in your vehicle and drive off.

You drive through Ashtown and see the dead bodies, by the facial expressions you get the impression it wasn’t a pleasant one. Once again you think about going to see Ophelia’s body, but you quickly decide against it. You’d rather remember her how she was the last time you saw her. Besides you’ll always see her now in your daughter, plus you’ve got a score to settle with Alex.

You get to the Shelter and enter its foyer and surprisingly its elevator is at the top, looks like some modifications have been made to it as it looks as if the call buttons were there originally. You really don’t care about any of it though, you’re on a mission.

When you get to the bottom, you see the same modified call buttons near the elevator on this level as well (You can’t believe the idiotic way GZS designs their Shelters though, effectively trapping their “customers” down here) You also see more dead bodies in various stages of decay, some look like they were dead long before Alex got here. Much of the equipment and place in general is in disarray, but you also notice some of it has been recently repaired. Probably by Alex no doubt.

You hear cursing coming from a nearby room, it sounds like Alex.
> You check to make sure his assistants are not lurking around
You figure Alex is occupied, so you can check to make sure he doesn’t have one of his assistants skulking about. You’d hate to confront him only to get shot in the back by one of them.

Unfortunately that’s exactly what happens anyway. While you search for other enemies, Alex hears and sneaks up on you, shooting you in the back. You drop to the floor gasping for air.

“I always said you’d make an excellent candidate for remaking…trust me, I’m saving the Alliance, by doing this…” are the last words you hear by Alex before you fall unconscious and never wake up.


“Keep fighting the bastards! Pandora will never fall!” you shout as you mow down another dirt biker.

In all the fighting though you begin to worry where Marina is, you look around for her in the chaos, and then you see her fighting with multiple enemies converging on her position.

You rush towards her to back her up and then you’re blown back by an explosion. You slam up against a wall of one of the barracks, other than some minor pain and some scars you’re going to have you aren’t harmed, however your heart is when you see Marina lying bloody on the ground. She isn’t moving. Ignoring everything else you run to her, you kneel down to pick up her body, she grabs weakly on to you, but she’s in bad shape.

“Keep fighting to rebuild civilization…its still worth it…” she says before losing total consciousness.

 Alex suddenly comes up to you.

“Hey! We got people firing on us; you need to get the fuck outta the open!”
“You! You’re a fucking surgeon! You fix her! Save her! Save her NOW!” you shout, picking her up and shoving her into Alex’s arms.
“Wha…I…” Alex realizes you mean fucking business so he just nods and runs with her to one of the few undamaged buildings.

You’re blind with rage, you begin charging into battle trying take out as many of these motherfuckers as you can, its quite possible with your actions alone you turned the tide, but you are still just one man, and you nearly get yourself killed, if it hadn’t been for Vivica managing to get a few people from Ashtown to help out, and they arrive just in time.

Ophelia shoots a Combine soldier who was sneaking up on you. You turn around to see her, you nearly don’t recognize her decked out in battle gear.

“Told you, you’d see me in the future.” She says and runs off to clean up the stragglers running away.

The Combine is pulling back. You’ve won, but at a high cost.

When you return to check on Marina, you find her dead. Alex explains there was nothing he could do for her. You ask to be alone which he complies. You spend the rest of the night alone with Marina’s lifeless body weeping and vowing revenge.

The next day, you come out with one focus. To assault Fort Justice. This will never be over until Harry is dead. You need to strike now when he’s weak.

A lot of people are wondering if you shouldn’t wait to regroup, but you won’t hear of it, you’re determined to do it now and everyone who’s in fighting condition is coming with you.

In a couple days you and your small army arrive at Fort Justice. You half expect to die this day assaulting the place, but once again destiny is with you. Fort Justice is experiencing a minor authority problem. You can take the scum out of the wasteland, but you can’t make them disciplined soldiers. The last defeat has shattered morale, and apparently some are starting to question Harry’s orders, while others aren’t willing to die for him. The gate is wide open and parts of the place are in flames.

You walk in relatively unopposed. Some fighting occurs, but you’re looking for Harry and when the loud mouth shithead sees you, instead of confronting you, he runs for the trapdoor to the underground. You immediately run to cut him off and shoot him in both legs. He falls and grabs for his pistol, but you take careful aim and blow his hand off, he screams in pain when he sees his fingers all over the ground.

A kick to his face follows, and then a stomp, and another, and another. You don’t stop until his face looks like tenderized hamburger. He tries to act defiant by trying to give you the finger with his good hand, but you take it and break the motherfucker along with the rest of his hand.

“This is for Marina and the rest of the deaths you caused.” You say, before blasting his mushy bloody head into mushy bloody pieces.

Now its over.

You collapse by Harry’s body, spent and drained. Alex goes over to see if you’re alright, but Ophelia tells him to just make sure all the enemy are either dead or running. Ophelia takes you to a barrack and puts you on a bed and tells you to rest, which you do.

“I did it Marina…I got him…” you mumble while falling asleep.

The next few weeks consist of rebuilding. Rebuilding everything. Fort Justice. Base Pandora. All the damage Harry caused. Word gets out to the Combine occupied towns about their current situation, with no centralized authority figure anymore, the Combine dissipates as wasteland scum flee and return to the outlands where they belong. The townspeople of those places are very grateful for your help, and you’re now in charge of everything but you take no joy in any of it, or anything. You’re numb. You go through the motions, but you’re basically in a daze. All your thoughts are of Marina, you feel empty without her.

If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t even be alive right now. You would’ve died in a big mushroom cloud death. You start blaming yourself for not being able to save her, you start thinking about suicide. Everyone gets a little worried about you. Vivica starts radioing in wondering about your condition, Alex (Who’s quite familiar with mental breakdowns) attempts to talk to you, but it’s Ophelia who turns you around, though not immediately, but it’s her actions that become the turning point.

Late one night, as you wallow in the emptiness, Ophelia visits you. You expect her to tell you not blame yourself for Marina’s death again, but she doesn’t. Instead she talks about the time when you saved her from the cultists and how grateful she was that day and how she would’ve almost done anything to repay you for saving her life.

“Mm…well you repaid it already. You saved mine back at Pandora.” You say wishing to be left alone.
“No, I’m saving it now.”

Ophelia begins to remove her clothing, something that takes you completely by surprise. You feel you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t, but maybe it’s feeling of loneliness, maybe it’s the feeling of confusion, or maybe its just plain hormones, and you give in to Ophelia’s advances. And for that one night, the emptiness within you disappears.

The next day Ophelia is gone leaving you a note saying she’s going back to Ashtown and tells you that you shouldn’t give up on life since you have so much more to change in this new world.

When you think about it, Marina saved you, so you could carry that goal out. She always did see the potential in you to do great things.

With this new perspective, you begin to return to normal, though there still was a little piece of you that died when Marina did. You’ll never completely be the same. Life goes on though.

Five more years pass…

It’s been ten years since the bombs dropped and civilization is starting to rebuild itself again…well somewhat.

Hard to believe you would’ve become any type of leader trying to rebuild civilization. Marina might not be around anymore, but obviously her influence on you still is and always will be as you follow her dream of rebuilding civilization again.

You’re still running things from Base Pandora, which is now the unofficial head of the Atomic Alliance. The towns formally under Combine occupation are included, but are now treated as equals rather than glorified labor camps, though getting everyone to agree completely on anything still remains a problem. Fort Justice is now under Vivica’s command and the Farmhouse, now known as Eden is a fully functional agricultural community. (It supplies food as well as biofuel for vehicles now) After that one night with Ophelia you don’t see her anymore, but last you heard she had a baby and got married to someone in Ashtown. Good for her.

Other than political disagreements, everything has been going fairly well; raiders are still a problem, but much less than in the past. For the most part people are pretty happy living in your territory.

One thing that’s been debated among you and some of other leaders, are the few GZS Shelters the Alliance has stumbled across over recent years. No effort has been made to open them, but they’re all sealed shut by their main computers. From what you know by reading some of the GZS documents found in Base Pandora (and Alex who definitely has some knowledge of GZS protocols) the Shelters weren’t supposed to open up until the central computer determined that sufficient amount of time had passed and the surface deemed safe. Apparently the computers still think the surface sucks. (And that assessment wouldn’t exactly be wrong)

Most of the other Alliance leaders say that some sort of contact should be made with them. You get the impression some of them might’ve done it anyway, it’s just you have most of the equipment that makes it a lot easier.
> You leave them alone
You remember something the Colonel said years ago “They made their bed now they can sleep in it.” You see no reason to disturb the Shelters; you have enough to do with surface matters.

Your unwillingness to contact them though is frowned upon by the other alliance leaders. Some are even calling you “inhumane” for leaving them down there. You take great offense to this since you’re anything but inhumane; you just don’t see the need to contact a bunch of people who wanted to be shut off from society for a long period of time in the first place. Besides who says they want to be contacted? Who know how they’ll act? Seems like it’s just going to open up trouble you don’t really need.

It doesn’t matter though, the other town leaders are determined to go through with it, and you can’t stop them, it’s not like you’re running a dictatorship here. You are however denying all help from your end. Base Pandora, Fort Justice, and Eden are not to be involved. The Alliance relationship becomes a bit strained.

A few weeks pass and you get a report from the Alliance towns, the first Shelter openings didn’t go very peacefully. Due to their fumbling and having no plan other than “Opening them up.” They manage to get into misunderstandings and a few fights occurred resulting in some deaths on both sides, but mostly on the Shelter people side, seeing as they haven’t been hardened by the surface. Ultimately they pull everyone out the Shelters kicking and screaming. Some Alliance citizens don’t like the fact that their local governments have engaged in these kinds of tactics, and you’re wondering what the hell they think they’re doing, since you said it was a bad idea in the first place and this just proves it.

You later find out that one of the pettier leaders convinced most of the others that the Shelters contained resources that would make them less dependant on you (Such as operating filtrated water recycling systems) and decided taking the Shelters by force would be a good idea since if you were unwilling to help before you might be unwilling to help in the future.

Of course that was just idiotic logic on their part since you were just against the idea of fucking around with the Shelters; you weren’t on some power trip.

Within the next few weeks reports start coming in about riots in the towns and mistreatment of the relocated Shelter people. It’s the Combine all over again…

You send in troops on your end to try to maintain some sort of peace, AND to stop all this unnecessary cruelty to the Shelter folks who were just peacefully living out their existence until some Alliance assholes pulled them from their homes.

Naturally being a peacemaker is a thankless job. The “doves” think you’re being a fascist by using force to stop the rioting and protests, and then by the same token the “hawks” think you’re meddling in business that isn’t your concern since you didn’t want anything to do with the Shelters in the first place and shouldn’t be telling them what to do with the Shelters OR its people. Now you start to get angry.

“Motherfuckers I RUN the goddamn Alliance! I fuckin’ built it! I’ll say what the fuck goes!”

That’s the last transmission you make to the Alliance as a single entity. The next day it becomes a much smaller entity as the Alliance town leaders official break off from you and declare themselves independent and calling themselves the Atomic Confederation.

You’re so pissed of by all of this that you don’t even WANT to bring them back into the “fold”. You’re ready to wash your hands of this exercise in stupidity. You withdraw all peacekeeping troops and instead of wasting more resources and man power on a long drawn out war taking town after town that will only weaken you, you decide to take a more strategic approach and attack the Shelters themselves. You send a strike team to locate each one that’s been opened up and blow up the water recyclers, and then to blow up the elevators allowing access to the Shelters in the first place. You also of course aren’t going to be trading food supplies from Eden anymore.

“So much for your new resources. See how long you last without our help, fucktards.” Is your last transmission to the Atomic Confederation.

The Atomic Confederation doesn’t last very long, it collapses mainly due to the inept and corrupt government, civil unrest, and even outside attack from raiders who are always attracted to chaos. By the time its all over the towns are little more than criminal havens that fight amongst each other.

You’re still in good shape though; however this event has caused a trend in isolationism. The Atomic Alliance doesn’t expand past its now severely shortened borders. You still have dealings with Ashtown every now and then, but after they heard all the problems that were going on, it appears they become a bit isolationist as well (Which does have the benefit that they don’t try to open the Shelter that they located nearby, thankfully someone learned the lesson to leave well enough alone.) and you even have less contact with them as well.

You live out the rest of your years running the Atomic Alliance which mainly consists of protecting your borders. Your death comes suddenly when Alex unexpectedly assassinates you. (Theories point to simple revenge for all those years ago and just his underlying unstableness) You’re buried next to Marina, he’s immediately executed and Vivica takes over.

The Alliance continues under her leadership, but after her, leaders become less capable as leaders are apt to do in government systems. Eventually like the Combine, and the Atomic Confederation, the Atomic Alliance collapses completely thus ending the attempt to rebuilding civilization in this part of the wasteland.


It’s a brutal world and it just got more so. Rushing in outnumbered, isn’t likely to save anyone and most likely going to get you killed. You radio in for reinforcements and keep an eye on the farm in the mean time. Later when the darkness comes you see a group of them come out with torches, form a circle in a nearby plain and begin chanting. You count ten of them altogether Soon two more come out with one of the prisoners from earlier. She’s bound, gagged and naked; you know what’s going to come next.

Reggie and another one in your team wants to do something, but you insist that they do nothing and to keep quiet. It’s all over soon anyway, as you see them sacrifice the poor girl for whatever outlandish beliefs they hold. You take first watch for the night. The next day your reinforcements arrive…both of them.

“What the fuck? I asked for at least five more people!”
“Sorry, but that other recon group you sent also ran into trouble, in fact two of them are already dead, and we had to send a rescue team to fetch the other two since one has a broken leg.”
“Oh that’s wonderful.”
“So should we call this off?” one of you team asks.
“No Vivica, we’re going through with it, but we’re going to employ some stealth, they had three prisoners, I get the feeling they’ll be doing the same ceremony they did last night.”
“Are we going to attack them now then?”
“No Leonard, I don’t feel like fighting a bunch of fanatics armed with machine guns in an open plain with no cover. And we can’t just start firing on them from here, we need to wipe them ALL out as quickly as possible without them having a chance the regroup, fortify or any of that shit. We’re gonna sneak into the house and ambush the whole fuckin’ cult while they’re doing their little ceremony.”

You wait until night and sure enough they all come out like you thought, then come the others with the prisoner. That’s when the six of you quickly sneak through an overgrown field towards the house. You get to the stairs when Reggie and Leonard break off towards the area were the cult is performing their ceremony.

“I can’t just let them kill another! We can take ‘em now! They’re off guard!”
“Reggie get the fuck…shit!”

Reggie and Leonard begin firing, the fucking idiots aren’t even taking cover, they’re going head long in like they’re stupid ass action heroes. You and the others lay down some cover fire, but it’s not enough. Reggie and Leonard are cut down after killing a whopping ONE cultist and not even saving the hapless girl, who’s shot instantly. The cultists start spreading out, moving forward, and circling around you at the same time, they’re also better shots than you too, as they’re carefully aiming rather than just firing in the general vicinity. After seeing another one of your team members go down, you and the rest fall back into the house itself.

The inside of the house looks like something out of a horror movie, there are skulls and bones littering it, along with it blood stains everywhere.

“Holy shit! What’ve we gotten ourselves into?” Vivica yells.
“Shut the fuck up, I hear something…like crying…it’s downstairs.”
“What about the cultists?”
“Well it’s the same plan, they just know about us now, let’s hope we can still get ‘em in a good ambush.”

You and your team members spread out in the house, you head down into the basement, which looks more like a small temple layout. You see a young woman in a cage, and when she sees you her eyes fill with hope. You hear the cultists stomping around upstairs and some gunfire, at which point you try to find a good place to hide.

A bunch of footsteps run down the stairs, you wait in anticipation…closer…closer…

NOW!

You pop up from your spot and begin firing, you kill six of them before they can even react, and the remaining two barely get off some wild shots before you splatter them as well. Still breathing heavy among the dead, you finally hear some good news.

“Hey! Are you still alive down there?” Vivica shouts.
“Yeah! What’s going on up there?”
“We got a few of them, but I think most of them converged on your position though.”
“Of course they did, I’ve always been popular.” You reply.

You release the girl in the cage who’s very thankful. She mentions her name is Ophelia and she’s from a place called Ashtown which is far from this place. She says the cultists came storming into her town specifically trying to capture young girls; they took three before they finally were driven away, and unfortunately Ophelia was one of the three. You tell Ophelia your story; she seems to think you’ve got the right idea about going about things.

“I think I’m going to tell my people back in Ashtown that we need to start getting better organized as well, and I’ll be sure to tell them all about you and how you rescued me! Maybe we’ll see each other in the future.”

You and your team search the farm house which just like you thought was stocked with all sorts of goodies. You’re going to have haul some of it back, but you decide that you could also establish another base of sorts here after it was cleaned up. You’d also like to establish more of a relationship with this Ashtown. So you allow Ophelia to take one of the vehicles for her to drive back there, she certainly doesn’t have a problem with that!

Before heading back you put Vivica in charge of the place and tell her you’ll be sending some more folks to help get this farm up and running. Not bad for a first try.

Four more years pass…

It’s been five years since you joined the Compound and things are going fairly well for you, the farm house has been converted into a way point to Ashtown, with which you have good relations with and is now producing food. You are no longer solely dependant on the Compound for supplies which might be just as well…

You get less and less reports from the Compound itself other than its undergone a name change and due to its inclusion of a few towns now, its called the Combine and the Compound itself is called Fort Justice. You know about how the Colonel has gotten sick and seems to be getting worse as more time passes and how the population rate is growing, but it’s slow. The major theory is the elevated levels of background radiation are probably affecting fertility. (You wonder about yourself and Marina since she hasn’t once gotten pregnant in the five years you’ve been together) There have been more people sent here, mainly because they hear about how great it is in Pandora as opposed to the miserable place Harry has made Fort Justice since he’s been getting freer reign of the place as the Colonel continues to get sicker.
In fact you’ve been hearing some disturbing stories from others who have come here recently. Ranging from needlessly violent occupation of towns, sending people on dangerous unnecessary missions to the city, and recruiting desert scum into the Combine! People are saying Harry’s going nuts with power.

One day, one of your assistants comes in and has something to report.

The Colonel has died, Harry has taken complete control of the Combine and his first order is for YOU to return to Fort Justice for reassignment.

Harry’s just plain gone completely nuts if he thinks you’re going to do that.

Speaking of nuts, that same day after you convince everyone in seceding from the Combine you get a radio message from someone who’s been quiet until now.

“Well well, it seems you’ve got a problem on your hands.”

It’s Alex. You’re guessing he’s been surviving on rats and roaches down there.

“What the hell do you want and how do you know what’s been going on?”
“How do you think? I’ve been listening in on all your incoming and outgoing radio transmissions since you betrayed me and trapped me down here! I must say though, you probably did the intelligent thing. And your progress with establishing your own separate territory has been intriguing…but I can tell you right now, you are going to need help with your current problem, a problem I will be willing to help with if you’re willing to talk.”
“Alright, I’ll play. What’re you proposing?”
“There are still a lot of those high tech weapons down here that you were coming to get when you came here five years ago. I’m sure they would be very useful in your up coming war with Harry, and don’t tell me there isn’t, because I know you aren’t going to run or meekly follow his orders to return. You’ve obviously set your sights on higher ambitions than just following orders and survival. I’ll be willing to give them to you, in exchange for my freedom.”
“Oh that easy huh? How do you propose we go about this? I send people down there to retrieve them while your death machines ambush them as soon as they enter?”
“It would be kind of hard for that to happen since all my cyborgs are long dead and my robots have fallen into disrepair…I’m basically alone down here. You were guarding nothing!” Alex laughs.

You’re pretty skeptical about this little tale, but if it’s true, those weapons would certainly help.
> You disbelieve Alex
“Nice try Alex, but I’m not falling for it, now don’t bother calling me again, because I won’t be listening to anymore of your lies.”
“Alright, suit yourself. I guess I better prepare for a change in landlords then. Pity, because I don’t think Harry will be willing to let me just live down here, I guess I better prepare myself as well.”

Alex disconnects and you don’t hear from him again. You radio Vivica to let her know what’s going on as well; she’s behind you and will make sure to send a few people to harass Harry’s men when they decide the lay siege to Pandora. Everyone spends time preparing and organizing for the battle that’s sure to come.

A month passes and sure enough Harry’s men come thinking its going to be an easy victory, but it’s merely a stand off. They end up falling back and try to wait you out, but you still have the advantage for the most part though.

A couple more weeks pass and reinforcements arrive and armed to the teeth and despite the rugged terrain that prevents cars to come to this place, they managed to find some dirt bikes which whiz around Pandora while the riders nimbly dodge your fire while they toss grenades at (and sometimes over) the walls. Pandora is a lot less secure, and you’re just glad Vivica’s skirmishers are doing a good job at diverting the invasion force’s attention and getting through with supplies, though you catch wind that Harry is sending even MORE reinforcements. You doubt if you can handle it, Marina doesn’t want to leave, but even she sees that things are pretty grim, and is willing to leave if need be. You’ve already decided the place to retreat to would be the Farmhouse. If you’re going to leave though, you need to do it now, because when Harry’s second wave of reinforcements arrive, it will be impossible to break out.
> You leave
“We’re getting the hell outta here! Get everyone ready!” you tell Marina, before radioing Vivica, to tell her that you’ll be arriving soon.

You and everyone else start gathering everything you can carry, and before opening the gates you purposely blow up some of the buildings in the base, particularly the building with the water filtering and recycling system. You might be running, but you’ll be damned if they’ll get the prize fully intact.

Due to the explosions, you throw the invasion force a little off guard, since they’re wondering what the hell’s going on. This works in your favor when you exit and make your risky escape.

“Split up and meet you know where!” you shout to everyone as you haul ass to the Farmhouse.

You, Marina and a few others stick together as you battle Harry’s men who are in pursuit of you. Fortunately you know the lay of the land a little better, so your escape is fatality free by the time you make it to the Farmhouse. A few of the others who split up aren’t quite as lucky, but most make it. You immediately tell Vivica to start beefing up the defenses.

The Farmhouse is relatively well defended, and even has two vehicles to help you. Its also further away, so by the time Harry regroups a large enough invasion force, you figure you’ll be ready for him.

What you weren’t ready for, was the hi-tech weaponry, Harry’s men arrive with months later. Granted they don’t have them per soldier, but they have enough to start laying waste to the Farmhouse and its surroundings. Apparently they grabbed the ones Alex told you about. Whether the Combine just took them and killed Alex, or Alex came to an agreement with Harry is unknown, but your guess is Harry just killed him and whatever cyborgs might’ve been down there. (Dictators aren’t known to “share”)

Some help comes from Ashtown, but it really isn’t enough and given Ashtown’s even further position away, it doesn’t do much good. Eventually you hear from Ophelia on the radio who suggests that you are all welcome to come live in Ashtown, as they have plenty of room and wouldn’t mind having some good warriors with a variety of skills. Reluctantly you accept, though you hate the fact you have to run again.

You, Marina, Vivica and the remaining survivors pile into the two vehicles in between attacks and drive off to Ashtown. No need for scorched Earth tactics this time since the Combine soldiers did a good enough job of that during their initial attacks.

Eventually you arrive in Ashtown, where you’re welcomed, but now you have to remember, you’re not in charge anymore and things are a bit different. You welcome the change though, after all the time of fighting non-stop and being in charge you’re happy to be able to relax more often as the only problems Ashtown has is the occasional bandit attack which aren’t organized or well lead. Everyday though, you expect the Combine to show up again, but a year passes without a sign of them.

One day you hear about the Combine again, from a wandering traveler who stops in Ashtown one day.  Word is, it’s currently undergoing another regime change. Apparently, shortly after the Farmhouse was completely destroyed, someone named Damon shot Harry and took over, then just recently someone blew him up and now someone else is in charge. Even though the Combine still pursues the idea of conquest, it now constantly has problems with infighting, hampering many of their plans. For now they’ve been concentrating on trying to maintain control in the places they already hold.

It’s quite possible the Combine will eventually turn its attention in this direction of conquest in your direction again, but you’ll be ready as you always are, maybe you won’t win, but you know you’ll always survive to fight another day if necessary.


“Nice try Alex, but I’m not falling for it, now don’t bother calling me again, because I won’t be listening to anymore of your lies.”
“Alright, suit yourself. I guess I better prepare for a change in landlords then. Pity, because I don’t think Harry will be willing to let me just live down here, I guess I better prepare myself as well.”

Alex disconnects and you don’t hear from him again. You radio Vivica to let her know what’s going on as well; she’s behind you and will make sure to send a few people to harass Harry’s men when they decide the lay siege to Pandora. Everyone spends time preparing and organizing for the battle that’s sure to come.

A month passes and sure enough Harry’s men come thinking its going to be an easy victory, but it’s merely a stand off. They end up falling back and try to wait you out, but you still have the advantage for the most part though.

A couple more weeks pass and reinforcements arrive and armed to the teeth and despite the rugged terrain that prevents cars to come to this place, they managed to find some dirt bikes which whiz around Pandora while the riders nimbly dodge your fire while they toss grenades at (and sometimes over) the walls. Pandora is a lot less secure, and you’re just glad Vivica’s skirmishers are doing a good job at diverting the invasion force’s attention and getting through with supplies, though you catch wind that Harry is sending even MORE reinforcements. You doubt if you can handle it, Marina doesn’t want to leave, but even she sees that things are pretty grim, and is willing to leave if need be. You’ve already decided the place to retreat to would be the Farmhouse. If you’re going to leave though, you need to do it now, because when Harry’s second wave of reinforcements arrive, it will be impossible to break out.
> You stay
What’s the point in running? Harry will just eventually send men to the Farmhouse and you’ll probably have to run again. You refuse to run forever, if you’re going to die soon, then you’d rather get it over with.

Reinforcements arrive armed with rocket launchers come this time, and with a few volleys, Harry’s men finally breach the walls of Pandora and storm into the place. The fighting is furious as you and your people don’t allow Harry’s troops to gain an inch without heavy losses, but ultimately it comes down to you, Marina, and a few others, holding up in one of the barracks, totally surrounded. As you wince in pain from a bullet wound in your arm you use the radio and give a final transmission to Vivica to prepare for an attack on the Farmhouse soon. Hopefully she has more sense to run when things get bad.

“Damn it, I should’ve ordered a retreat.” You say to yourself having second thoughts during this final hour.
“No, you shouldn’t have. You stood your ground. I’m glad you did.” Marina says trying to comfort you.
“I’m not! I’ve gotten us all killed, and I certainly didn’t want that for you.”
“Its okay, if I’m going to die, at least it’ll be with you.”

Marina kisses you passionately, which makes you briefly forget about the deep shit you’re all in. What the hell, for someone who nearly bought it during the nuclear strike, you had a pretty good run. A lot longer than most in this new hell on Earth.

You sense that if you don’t come out soon, Harry’s men will probably just start tossing grenades or launching rockets at your position, you’re not going out like that. You look at Marina and everyone else.

“Alright everyone, we’re finishing this. I’ll lead and try to soak up most of the bullets. I wish it wasn’t going to end like this, but shit happens. Ready?”

You get a nod from everyone and then rush out of the door, blasting everything in sight, with Marina and the rest following suit. You feel several bullets hit your body and then a couple to your head before firing one last burst and falling to the ground in a bloody heap.


Well there’s nothing stopping you from sending your own exploration detachment teams, there’s nothing stopping you from going yourself either. As far as you know, nobody from the Compound has bothered scouting past Base Pandora, you figure it’s as good of place as any…

“Okay I want two scouting detachments of four. I’m going with one of them. We’re just going to go a few miles from this place and then come back. It’ll give us a better lay of the land in case of an attack and it’ll keep our skills sharp as well. The rest of you guard the base as usual.”

You half expect Marina to come with you, but she’s content on staying behind to help look after the base. She looks at you admiringly though that you’re taking the initiative. She tells you she loves you and that she can’t wait for you to get back. You like the fact she’s got confidence that you ARE coming back this time around.

You and your team leave and start exploring. Base Pandora really was in a secluded location, most of your trek is through a small unspoiled woods, eventually you get to the end though after about a day. You notice the Geiger counter is clicking a bit more. Not a lot, but enough to be a little unsettling. Using some binoculars, up ahead you see a single run down farm house (the farm itself also looks run down and hasn’t been up kept in years). Just then you see a few vehicles also approaching up ahead, you tell everyone else to pull back into the woods and keep down while you do likewise. You continue to look as the vehicle park nearby the farm house and figures begin to get out. All of them are wearing robes and carrying automatic weapons over their backs. You also see them dragging what looks to be a few hapless prisoners with them as they enter the structure. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that these folks aren’t the nice type.

“Oh shit, these guys look prepared. Who do you think they are?” one of your team asks.
“How should I know Reggie? When we moved into Base Pandora it’s not like we got a welcome to the neighborhood letter from every nearby freak within a few miles of us. If I had to guess and judging by the robes, they’re probably some doomsday cult. Probably one that was building up a stock pile of shit even before the bombs hit. Got some interesting vehicles though.”
“So, what’re we going to do?”

What to do indeed. You definitely need to wipe these cultists out since it’s possible you could have trouble with them in the future if they start wandering in your direction. They also have vehicles that could be of use and probably other supplies as well. You could radio in and wait for reinforcements, but the prisoners you just saw them take in might be dead by then.
> You attack now
No time like the present, besides, if you’re careful you should be able to take them.

You and your team briskly run through the field while keeping your head down. All is going well until you hear a shot ring out from the house, and one of your team members makes a stifled yelp. You turn around and see Reggie, clutching his throat and bleeding profusely from it. While you’re all standing around watching him convulse, another shot rings out. This one clips Vivica in the head splattering her brains on to your clothing.

“RUN!” you shout, not wanting to be the sniper’s next target. There are multiple shots now, and one by one you see your team member’s go down, until the last one is you when you feel a bullet severing your spine. You’re fucked.

As you lay the field still trying to crawl away, you hear the cultists coming for you, you do the only thing you can and turn over in order to aim at them in an effort to at least take a few out. You manage to kill about three over zealous ones advancing on your position until you hear one shouting for the snipers in the house to finish you off since you’re not worth it.

A single bullet enters your eye, ending it once and for all. You body is then taken along with your teams’ to serve as food and bizarre rituals.


Maybe you’re high on your new found physique and adrenaline, but for whatever reason, something comes over you to volunteer. Indeed you’ve made everyone a little surprised by your actions especially since you’re an outsider. The Colonel looks at you with interest.

“Hmm, you’re the one I’ve heard about from Marina, didn’t expect you to volunteer, she’s always mentioned you’re quiet loner type. Then again, you might be just what I need…alright you’re coming with me. Harry, you start picking some of the others and form recon detachments. Everyone goes on assignment tomorrow.”

The Colonel then takes you to his office, where he sits down and gets a bunch of papers from his desk.

“Okay, I’m sure during your short stay here, you probably think we’re all a bunch of survivalist militia loonies, and to a certain extent, we probably are, however we aren’t without a plan.”

The Colonel shows you some blueprints to what looks to be a small military base.

“My friend Alex was stationed at this base. It’s not exactly close by, but its closest military base around here.”
“Didn’t realize there were any military bases in the area.”
“Most people don’t, it was a top secret, and kept off the records so it wouldn’t be targeted. There aren’t even any roads leading to the place, you have travel by foot. Though I guess you could say it wasn’t so much of a military base as it was a research facility. Obviously I know about it, because I had a friend stationed there who was feeding me information. He didn’t exactly run the place, but he was attempting to work his way up to get special level clearance. Apparently GZS was working with the government on some high tech weaponry.”
”GZS?”
“The Ground Zero Survival Corporation. I’m sure you’ve heard of them, they were the ones hawking their Shelters like snake oil salesmen before doomsday.”
“Oh yeah, I used to see their commercials on late at night, I thought about buying one of those.”
“Well good thing you didn’t, only an idiot would’ve bought one of those things. Look at this.”

The Colonel now shows you a schematic of a GZS Shelter.

“Why? It certainly looks just as equipped as this compound and has a lot more conveniences.” You remark.
“It would appear that way, but the fucking thing is a death trap. They engineered them so once you entered; you most likely couldn’t get out of them. Supposedly the GZS computer is supposed to let you out when it deems that it’s safe to do so. In fact the whole thing is controlled by the computer. A computer that could glitch and break down at anytime. Let a machine be in charge of your survival…yeah great idea. I dunno about you, but I’ll take this compound any day. It might not look pretty, but I don’t have to worry about getting trapped with no access to food or water. Not to mention I heard from Alex that they suffered cutback during the creation of most of those things meaning they cut a lot of damn corners, so they probably aren’t as state of the art as they claimed. I’ll bet those dumb bastards who are living in those things are regretting it as we speak.”

You’re not sure where he’s going with all this so you interrupt.

“So, what does all this mean? Are we going to seek out these shelters and rescue the people inside?”
“What?! HA HA! That’s a good one!” The Colonel laughs. “Hell no son, as far as I’m concerned they’ve made their choice now they can live with it, we’re not here to play white knight. We have to look out for ourselves, and part of that is making sure we’re the best defended and from what I heard, whatever they were working on in that base, sounds like it would make things a lot easier in the defense department.”
“Whoa, hold on, if this is a military base won’t they just shoot me on sight if I go there I mean won’t it be heavily guarded? I mean I know I went through some training, but I doubt to the degree that I can take on an entire military base!”
“Alex was making friends with most of the lower personnel there, getting them to follow him as it were. Last I heard, he was pretty successful, so chances are, as long as I gave you some identifiers to take with you proving that you were following my orders, you wouldn’t have any problems when you arrived, but obviously there IS a problem or I wouldn’t be sending you at all.”
“Of course…” you say expecting this assignment to be even more complicated.
“I haven’t heard anything from Alex for a month before the bombs dropped. I dunno what’s happened to him.”
“Is it possible they discovered he was leaking information and killed him?”
“I suppose, but chances are that afterwards they would’ve found out about us and also sent the National Guard as well as GZS private security here to lay waste to this compound.”
“Well the National Guard were busy trying to maintain order to the major cities at the time. I should know I was there when they were stationed in the one I was working at.”
“True, but I still think they would’ve sent someone here, and GZS still would have. As I said they had enough money to pay for their own security force. Maybe not as well trained as military personnel, but fanatical enough to eliminate anyone that GZS thought was discovering secrets about them. That’s why Alex always focused on solely making friends with the grunts and government officials. The GZS employees always seemed a bit more dedicated to their corporation.”
“Okay, well is it possible that the base wasn’t so secret and it got hit after all?”
“Nope, mainly because I get the impression the background radiation level would be a hell of a lot higher, if that got nuked, so I’m pretty sure the place is intact, in fact I’m guessing its been abandoned. We recently figured out their frequency, we never used it before for obvious reasons, but now, why not? We’re getting a signal, but no verbal answers from anyone. To sum up, I want you to go there to scout and explore as much as you can. Find out what the hell happened to Alex if possible, and let me know if that high tech weaponry is worth anything or just more bad engineering by GZS. Here. You’ll probably need this security pass to enter, got it from Alex, last time he was here; I hope it’s still valid. And here’s my ring and a letter, if Alex IS still alive then those will prove that you’re working for me. That’s all I can do to help other than to give you a map to the place and what equipment you think you’ll need.”

Before you leave you have to ask.

“Okay why me?”
“Why you? You volunteered son!”
“I know, but for this particular job, surely you have others more qualified to tackle it.”
“Eh…you MIGHT think that, but to be quite honest, no. I mean don’t get me wrong I see all of these people here as family, but a lot of them are a bunch of weekend warriors who were playing survival. I’m sure in the years to come we’re going to see who’s a REAL soldier and who isn’t. Not that it matters, I mean I’ll find something for them to do, but you’re different. You certainly aren’t some commando, but there’s definitely something about you that makes you seem a bit more…detached from everything else. Like you’ll be willing to do what’s necessary to survive without hesitation. While you may never have been in a situation like this one, I got a feeling you’ll do just fine. Besides Marina’s previous beaming remarks about you are good enough for me. Now go get some rest, you’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

You head back to your room and think about what the Colonel said. He might be right in a lot of ways, but you still wonder if he’s sending you because as he said, “All these people here are like family, but you’re different.” Maybe if you get killed it won’t feel like such a loss. You don’t think anymore about it, mainly because Marina enters your room to interrupt your thoughts.

“I hear you’re leaving tomorrow, I just want to tell you how brave I think you are for doing this for all of us. I know we didn’t get a lot of quality time with each other, but I wanted us to spend at least what could be the last time I see you together.”

Marina’s ominous words that imply how much danger you’re possibly getting yourself into might worry you more if she wasn’t on top of you right now…

The next day you load up with what you think you might need, water, food, rifle, pistol, knife, Geiger counter, all the basic essentials. You get a bunch of goodbyes and good lucks. Harry merely sneers and mentions he expects you to get yourself killed twenty feet after you leave. The Colonel is a little more supportive and gives you a silent salute, but you like Marina’s goodbye kiss best of all.

And with that, you’re on your way. It’s actually amazing to see that the outside world doesn’t look drastically different, you can only assume the bombs didn’t hit near your area. When you’re out of sight of the compound, you go back to thinking about this mission you volunteered for and wondering if you should go through with it. You do have the suitable equipment and skills to survive off the land after all.

Perhaps it would be better to just go AWOL as it were…
> You go AWOL
You like Marina and all, but that’s about all you like about living at the compound. Being by yourself in the wilderness reminds you of how much you missed it. You have no idea what that secret base holds for you, why should you risk your life for a bunch of practical strangers?

“What the hell was I thinking volunteering?” you say out loud.

You decide to say fuck it, take to the road, and see where it leads you.

A couple days pass and you haven’t encountered anyone, then again you are still pretty far from any kind of civilization, of course you don’t really mind. Suddenly you find out you aren’t alone, when a crack of a rifle shot comes from a nearby hill.

“You fuckin’ idiot, you missed!” a voice shouts.
“Yeah and you just gave away our fucking position asshole!” another retorts.

You quickly take cover behind a rock. You recognize those voices though; they’re a couple of the idiots from the compound! The Colonel must’ve had you followed to make sure you stayed on the mission! So much for his so called “faith” in you! (Then again, perhaps he did have a good reason considering you DID go AWOL!)

Looks like you’ll have to take care of them before you can truly put the compound behind you.

While you’re taking cover, you notice an abandoned gas station nearby; you could make a run for it and take better shelter in there, or return fire.
> You run for it
You make a mad dash for the gas station, as bullets just miss your feet and head. The Colonel was thankfully right, they are weekend warriors. The problem you notice now, is there’s a crossfire, yet another spy is shooting at you from the other side as well, which means it’s a good thing you moved from your position when you did.

You manage to get to the gas station; the shelves have practically been stripped of anything that might be edible or useful. That doesn’t matter right now as bullets begin penetrating the already broken glass windows. You hide behind the counter as you hear them advance on your position.

“Yeah, he’s hiding inside, we better be careful. Go around and see if there’s a backdoor.” You hear one shout.

One thing working in your favor is they obviously aren’t too bright, now you know one’s going to come around the back. You also know one of them is coming through the front door since the tell tale signal bells that jingle when customers used to enter make a noise. You immediately stand up and unleash a burst of hot lead into one of your ambusher. He falls in a bloody heap, then you run towards the backdoor and when you see it just barely creek open, you let fly another burst. The slumping of a lifeless body is heard and you confirm the kill when the wind blows the door open again to reveal a body lying on the ground outside.

You duck down again and scramble around the corner when your last assailant suddenly pops out from that same back door and nearly tears your head off with a shotgun. Victory is yours though when you point your assault rifle around the corner and just fire it, hoping you hit him, you do you hear that always satisfying drop of another body.

After killing all of your enemies you begin to search their bodies, taking what you’ll surely need. On one you find a radio, for a moment you wonder how the hell you forgot to take one of these with you, then you remember it doesn’t really matter since you never went to the base. You hear a familiar voice coming in right now.

“Leonard! Come in you dickhead! You better gimme some good news!” Harry shouts.

You pick up the radio to answer Harry.

“Sorry, but Leonard can’t come to the phone right now, he currently has his face blown off and his tongue on the floor.”
“YOU! You fucking cowardly AWOL shit stain! I knew we shouldn’t trust you! Don’t think you’re gonna get away with this! We WILL track you down! And when we do, I will personally blast a hole in your head and skull fuck you! Traitor!”
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see.”

You drop the radio and let Harry continue his meaningless rant. Time for you to move on.

A few days pass and nobody else comes looking for you, just like you expected, no doubt they have better things to worry about than punishing one lone outsider. Your brief stay at the compound served its purpose as far as you’re concerned. It gave you a place to hide when the bombs hit as well as the necessary supplies with which to sustain you. Getting to have sex with Marina was a bonus.

A somewhat self-serving approach, but that attitude will probably serve you well in this new harsh world and it does… for awhile.

The day of reckoning eventually comes while you were attempting to waylay a traveler who actually wasn’t as alone as she seemed. Your attempt at highway robbery is suddenly cut short in the same brutal way most folks die out in the wasteland; a bunch of bullets to the body.


You like Marina and all, but that’s about all you like about living at the compound. Being by yourself in the wilderness reminds you of how much you missed it. You have no idea what that secret base holds for you, why should you risk your life for a bunch of practical strangers?

“What the hell was I thinking volunteering?” you say out loud.

You decide to say fuck it, take to the road, and see where it leads you.

A couple days pass and you haven’t encountered anyone, then again you are still pretty far from any kind of civilization, of course you don’t really mind. Suddenly you find out you aren’t alone, when a crack of a rifle shot comes from a nearby hill.

“You fuckin’ idiot, you missed!” a voice shouts.
“Yeah and you just gave away our fucking position asshole!” another retorts.

You quickly take cover behind a rock. You recognize those voices though; they’re a couple of the idiots from the compound! The Colonel must’ve had you followed to make sure you stayed on the mission! So much for his so called “faith” in you! (Then again, perhaps he did have a good reason considering you DID go AWOL!)

Looks like you’ll have to take care of them before you can truly put the compound behind you.

While you’re taking cover, you notice an abandoned gas station nearby; you could make a run for it and take better shelter in there, or return fire.
> You return fire
You return fire, but you don’t do any better. They’re behind rocks just like you are. You and they return fire several times, before something important happens.

The first one being that you eventually manage to hit one in the head when he popped up again. His buddy immediately ducks down and starts shout expletives at you for killing his friend.

This first event is followed by a more unfortunate one, while you were shooting at the two spies you saw, you weren’t paying attention to the third one shadowing you. He sneaks behind and shoots you in the back, severing your spine and puncturing a vital organ. You slump onto the rock you were hiding behind hard.

Your assailant then kicks you over, and points his gun directly at you.

“Nobody goes AWOL on the Colonel.” He says before blowing your brains out.