Fallout @inktober: Scorched

By @ashliehammond

This place was fucking terrible.

Nothing to see or do. Nothing to eat. He’d thought there might be some kind of cool military shit left over from before the bombs, but this place was the pits. Fucking worse than Nuka World even. At least he’d had something to drink there. Here…he mostly itched. His throat was dry and he couldn’t drink enough water to make it better, not that there was enough water to drink any fucking way.

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By @ashliehammond

He swiped his sleeve across his face and glared at the fucking Nuka poster still stuck to the alley wall. Fucking figured. After that stupid trip to god damn Nuka World, all those fucking posters seemed to mock him.

Not that his day had been all that great before he’d had to remember that shitty waste of time.

He’d thought the damn diner was a great find. Plenty of good shit still there for the taking, and only a couple of stupid fucking robots around to get in his way. A whole fucking food dome still in perfect working order. Didn’t he have all the money a man could ask for? He’d dug out a wad of bills and spent more than a little time deciding what he wanted.

The chocolate cake looked too damn good. Been too fucking long since he had cake. He’d gobbled it down, grinning and laughing, teasing Bob about not getting any.

Fucking stupid. Day he’d had? Of course the god damn food was fucking off.

Clutching his rolling stomach, he heaved again.

By @ashliehammond

He’d just wanted a god damn donut.

A man had to eat, and he was good at doing what it took to eat plenty, but sometimes a man just wanted a fucking treat. And sure, he could admit that he hadn’t been thinking all that clearly about much more than his favorite fucking donuts in the entire fucking Commonwealth. Sometimes a man just wanted a cup of coffee and a couple of donuts.

If you weren’t a total fucking idiot, that meant a trip to Slocum Joe’s. Everybody knew that, before the bombs. After…it was pretty stupid to wander through Lexington for donuts that nobody made anymore. He could admit that - every man made a mistake once in a while, right? It was just a real fucking shame that the god damn Reds had bombed the best fucking donut makers in the whole fucking world. Did they even know about donuts? No wonder they’d bombed every fucking thing.

Too bad those skin wearing weirdos were still around. They’d been too busy fighting fucking dead guys to even notice him wandering into the city, but damned if they didn’t notice him leaving. Fuckers swarmed him from damned near every fucking place. Like god damn stinking cockroaches, except they were fucking mouthy, yelling trash that just pissed him off.

“Death 819.”

Assholes went down like the fucking cockroaches too. If he couldn’t have a god damned donut, at least in this new fucked up world he could take out assholes with his fucking fists. Who the fuck was gonna stop him?

“Death 820.”

He couldn’t help laughing as the Eye kept count of his victories. Stupid fucking wimps, going down to a couple of basic punches like the weak assholes they were.

“Death 821.”

But some of those fucking assholes were cowards. They stayed back, shooting at him with little guns that looked like toys. He sneered and yelled back challenges at least one of them couldn’t ignore. She ran over, screaming fit to hurt his ears till his fist stopped her god damn noise.

“Death 822.”

Fallout @inktober 14: Clock

By @ashliehammond

*ADULT LANGUAGE*

What kind of stupid piece of shit set an alarm to go off before the fucking sun came up in a room they weren’t even fucking using? What the fuck? He slammed the damn thing against the headboard till it stopped screaming in his poor ears. Just how long had the stupid thing been going off every fucking morning? Probably since the god damn bombs. Stupid shit. He’d always said it was a bad fucking idea to make nuke batteries for fucking appliances, not that anyone had ever fucking listened to him.

“Death 818.”

That made him laugh. God damn batteries confused the eye too. Fucking assholes putting wires and nukes in every god damn thing. He told the Eye how stupid they’d all been, laughing harder when it beeped in agreement. God damn right.

At least he’d been able to spend the last couple nights in real beds. It rubbed that weird shit on his back the wrong way to sleep on the ground like some fucking animal. Maybe it was ok for those fucked up punks in the bits of skin who were going around eating people, but he knew better, even if those god damn animals didn’t. Humans slept in fucking beds, simple as that.

So pretty!