Chapter 26: concord, wasteland’s finest [part 1]

Machine guns spew lead through cracked windows, doorways, and random cover to a doorway the street over. At times This doorway responded with well-aimed shots from a pipe rifle to the heads and torsos of those exposed in the ruined streets. Even though there are already a few corpses in the houses and streets, guns don’t stop as its operators only care about the defendant's value.

The defendant is a female person with brown hair, brown eyes, and mud-covered white skin. Her armor had some holes with some blood oozing out thanks to some stay bullets. And of course, she is our main character Cindy who decided to see concord without much preparation and she gets lead up her ass as punishment. 

[Cindy; LV4 | HP: 97/137 | 168/250 EXP | S:5 P:4 E:4 C:4 I:4 A:5 L:4 | carry weight: 45.34/130lb | Fatigue: 40/100 | Fatigue reduction per hour: 3.25]

“Shit man, first I rest on this building after walking for two dam hours, a guy tries to rape me from behind, and then after killing him raiders show up.” Cindy thought as gunshots started to slow down yet it was still fierce.

Although I got three shots left for my 9mm the effects aren’t considered poison but SOUL damage which is so sans if you ask me. I then shoot the remainder of my bullets to that molotov-throwing bastard that occasionally throws it when my head pops up.

* BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

[you have successfully given [Karma] to LV15 veteran raider Carl| he shall take 49 HP per second straight to his HP]

[switching 9mm-> .38 pipe rifle]

“What the hell, why do I feel weaker?” “maybe you need to stop using bufftaps”
[+30 EXP and adding 20 more for defeating an enemy 10+ levels above you | 218/250 EXP] (Drago: So close)

*Thump* hay man, what the-? Holy shit carl just kicked the bucket boss” “No shit, watch out the enemy has poison-covered shots. Whoever gets to them first gets a quarter of caps” 

10 screams of war crying fill the air for the chance to get the weapon that could make them awfully rich. Poisoned guns aren’t that rare but I quickly noticed the gun had great features like a golden piece of art. Surely a collector would want this type of weapon for any price.

If they can give it to the right person then they can earn enough caps to buy 5 days worth of psycho. So they started to run towards me fully exposed as if was WW1 “Charge towards the enemy” except I was enemy

In response to this, I yelled out “NIGERUN DAYO!!” ran up the stairs, and threw my only 3 grenades in the process. 

“The hell is s- GRENAD-” *BOOM* *BOOM*.. *BOOM*

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[+75 EXP | You Leveled up, all HP restored and -20 fatigue | 137-> (need edit) | 43/300 EXP and two PT available]

“Lord do i love these short LV requirements,” Cindy thought as she avoided a laser trap wire that she found earlier. Then she hid behind a double layer metal desk to prevent their higher caliber guns from piercing. 

Slow steady steps creak the old wooden staircases as 3 more sounds as they draw closer. 

“Fuck man, fist she screams some Japanese bullshit and suddenly she threw grenades. We might even encounter a crazier person than us” “Shut the fuck up, we throw molotovs and were done with this BS”

A few seconds later three bottles filled with flammable liquid with the end blocked with cloth on fire were thrown into the air. Two exploded 5 feet from me and one exploded on my makeshift defenses, nearly destroying them. Then the sounds of rapid feet stopping through old wooden stairs indicate that the raider has become suicidal.

I have used a little trick of the V.A.T.S. to slow down time for me to see the raiders rear their ugly heads. *Bam*, the second raider died and in response, I get a hail of bullets, and as predicted some penetrated the first desk but not the second.

I activated V.A.T.S. again to the Molotov on the third guy behind the first. And holy cow was the explosion Soooo dramatic. The raider on the front of course was flown forward while the one holding it was nicly charted.

“AAAAAHHH!!” the raider screamed as his body landed to the ground, his back having some skinned pealed off with several blisters with the back legs being worst looking. I would be lying if i said i didn’t felt pity so i ended his suffering with a bullet on his head. 

[+75 EXP, 118/300 EXP | HP: 147/153 | weight capacity: 39.39/130]

{end of part 1}

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Hey guys, drago here

i have to say that i was planning to make a 1k+ chapter but real life said no. but i hope that you enjoy cause WoWs legends requires me to grind for german and american BBs. anyways thank you for reading

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