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Waking up... Fuck, is the only word I have to describe waking up. It sucks. You either agree with me or you don't, it's up to you. See, for me I like sleeping, especially when I have those deep sleeps that causes me to have dreams. And most of the dreams that I have send me to wonderful places. Places where I forget where I am, what I've done, and my troubles that come with life. I would agree if you called me a selfish bastard, but everyone feels this way at some point.

Truthfully though, life always had something to make it worthwhile. So... Why'd life actually take me up on my asking to leave this place? Why was I the fool? These were questions to be asked at a later date, but right now I had to ask myself; where am I?!

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Fallout: Universal Plaything

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My hands felt dirt... why is there dirt? I was in a bed a few hours ago, cuddled up against my wife. Now I'm outside. Pain, that's what I was registering as I woke and inwardly my mind began making me move and do a check on my body like a nagging presence. Legs? Working. Arm's? Bingo. Chest? Breathing steadily! Hands? Feeling. Etc.

Slowly, after I had made sure all of my facilities were working, I sat up. Pain shot up through me again but I muscled through it, eyes opening to see what had happened to me, and where I was. It was bright, much too bright, forcing me to squint and adjust slower wasting hours it felt. I was waiting so patiently for my eyes to adjust, and when they finally did, what I saw frightened me.

There was dirt, LOTS of dirt. And not gossip or such but sun scorched, dusty, desert looking dirt. A large shadow hung over part of me and when I looked, I saw a large water tower with a broken ladder. A small desert tree was next to me and a few meters away an old lantern that was blackened on the inside was a grave dug, a shovel buried in a mound of dirt nearby, and a trail of a tire and a large item being dragged away. My mind reeled at this, as I started to look around in a 360 pattern taking notice of some crosses buried in the dirt, I realized I was in a sunny desert graveyard.

This brought me panic almost immediately. Why was I in a graveyard?! Rushing to my feet I stumbled and fell into the mound of dirt, missing the metal pieces of the shovel by a hair and getting a mouthful of the dry, chalky dirt. But suddenly there was a loud "caw" heard above me and a raven swooped down at me, making me bat at it with my hand in self defense. The bird flew away and again I flopped back down onto the seat of my black cargos.

Slowing down for a second I took a few deep breaths and looked at my situation. I was in a graveyard... on a hill. Where had I seen this before? Not coming to mind immediately I stood up and looked around, seeing a steep incline on the opposite side of the small tree, and a slight decline to what I felt was south.

Not knowing what to do I started walking that way after stepping lightly and taking in all the sights I saw so far: tree, raven, dirt and that trail that I had noticed earlier. It led in the way I wanted to go, and deciding it was better than not knowing what to do, I followed it.

As I came to the closest edge of the curve of the hill I looked down, and beheld a small town. A building with a small wall of sorts built on the top, a small wooden porch, and a shack of sorts built off of it. Next to it was another building that had the same sort of look to it but I could see it looked moderately western due to the old looking wooden porch in the front of it. On the opposite side of the buildings there was a small road that led south east, and a bunch of smaller buildings, which I presumed were houses, on that side.

To the east there was a gas station that looked like it had seen better days from my view at the moment. Not seeing anything besides more houses I decided I would go to the building on the left and see what sorts of things I could learn about where I was and how I had gotten here.

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As I got to the front of the building I saw three broken motorcycles, three chairs, a bench, and cracked glass windows on the porch. Hanging off of the roof was a neon sign that was unlit at the moment that read "OPEN 24 Hours". Seeing the sign gave me hope, and with a tentative step, I pushed open the door and stepped into the cool inside.

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I was greeted by a creature I had never seen before. And almost immediately my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my skull. Leaning over a pool table was a canine of some sort, but the canine wasn't like a four legged dog. No, the canine looked almost human! I could only guess it's gender, but I presumed it was a female, because she was wearing a skintight looking leather suit that clung firmly to the creature's form, except for the tail that was right above her feminine rump. I believed she was a girl as she had smaller more lithe limbs. Her feet weren't covered by the suit, but they weren't covered by shoes either. Her feet were built like a dogs but more lengthy, and as she hit the pool ball with the pool cue she stood up and put the cue on her neck and her left hand on her waist. Taking a look at her shot and nodding slightly, she turned and faced me.

She was a gorgeous creature, and she smirked at me as my eyes had not yet grown accustomed to her looks. With her turning around I could finally see her face and she was indeed a canine hyrbird of sorts. She stood like a human on those paws of hers and her eyes glinted with intelligence as she smiled a toothy, yet cute, grin at me.

"Hello there, Stranger! Looks like you're new in town, so... pleased to meetcha!" She said with the grin still on her face and hand extended. Her hand to me looked like a mix between a dog's and a humans. Leaving those harder parts of the paw where the joints of the human hand would be.

She saw my looks at her hand and she shook it in the air, "Well aren't you going to shake my hand, stranger? Not like I'm a ghoul or anything."

Reluctantly, not knowing what she was I took her hand and shook slowly, moving into a more friendly shake as I felt her hand not be as rough as a dog's feet pads but soft and firm like a humans.

"So, what's your name, stranger? Can't be calling you stranger all the time. It's not polite."

Sheepishly I responded "My name's Paul. Paul Rueger. Yours?"

"My names Cheyenne. And let me say Welcome to Goodsprings!" She said, pearly teeth flashing at me with genuine friendliness.

At the name of the town: Goodsprings. I fainted with surprise.

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END CH1 of Fallout PRNV