3 Out Of the frying pan into the Fire

Looking at the poor old man. I didn't know what to think. He first pointed a gun at me and now he wants me to go get revenge for him and slaughter a whole bandit hideout. Quite the bastard if you ask at me. But seeing the sorrow in his eyes I complied.

"Look old man I only got two pistols with 3 extra mags. This sounds more like a deathwish then anything besides what am I gonna get from this?" I asked turning to him. I wasn't just gonna die because I felt bad for someone if I did I wouldn't have nuked those 200million people. You gotta think with brains before your fists. especially when one's tombstone is written around the block.

"If you can do it I'll give my trusted shotgun that I have been working for my entire life along with 200 dollars its all I can give to you," He pleaded. Thinking over the rewards and strife I came to a decision.

"You got yourself a deal Oldman," I smiled walking towards the door entrance. I needed better weapons as well as a means to gain knowledge on what type of enemies that I would need to come across. Common to Rare I needed to know everything.

"Thank you," The Oldman sighed before walking to the back.

Jumping on the bandit cruiser I drifted off to the location he placed on the ECHO it was like a communication map as well as a map. crystal cove huh. Looking at my clips I had 40 bullets in total. This ain't enough if it weren't for the amazing aim I thought as I stared at the camp. I wasn't just going to go in guns blazing.

Staring forward with my like hawk eyes I saw 60+ of them headbutting each other and mangling corpse's I can see why they were so hostile of me when I came in their cruiser and it seemed like they were busy too. They were... skinning children. Their screams and cries filled my eyes their sorrow and faces screamed mercy and hatred.

This world was starting to get more and more chaotic than when I first stepped these roads. This planet wasn't full of mayhem it was mayhem.

Feeling the urge to rush in I stopped myself. Those kids were dead the moment the Bandit's got them back to their camp. I just need to see what I can do. Looking at the camp further I found out they have multiple barrels of gasoline just hanging around. Looking at the bandit car I started to form a plan.

Ripping off the hood of the car I exposed its engine. The sirname Nukem ain't just for show.

I needed to get this just precisely or else this will go really wrong but trusting my eyes I needed to take my chances. quickly putting a rock on the pedal it rushed off directly into the bandit camp.

Holding onto the roof of the truck I waited before letting go and using my eyes causing me to fling back and pause. Pulling my pistol I aimed straight towards the half-empty engine.

"Make it boom baby!" I smiled before pulling the trigger ahead of the engine for the bullet to travel into the car while it moving. Landing I stood up and watched the show.

#BABABABOOOOOOTHOOOM!#

Admiring my work I dove into the flames of the bandit camp and scanned the area with eyes constantly moving to check every movement. Pulling up to where I last saw the kids they had already died. each one of them being skinned to death.

Looking around I found the survivors of the blast I was met with 10 of them ganging up on me. Using my Eyes quickly I dodged nearly all their bullets matrix style leaving me with one who didn't get shot in the crossfire. Though one managed to shoot me in the arm. Lifting my hand up I pointed my pistol at him.

"Bang," I sneered before blasting his brains out. Searching around their camp I came across a list of the bottle until I came across the one I wanted. Alcohol. Quickly pulling the bullet with my hands I grabbed it out before using the alcohol to disinfect the wound. After screaming like a B**** for a few seconds I cleaned it and wrapped the wound with my shirt.

My body couldn't keep up with my body. I was lucky to have come this far without training though I needed more knowledge and experience to ever be left undefeated in this world. Still, on high alert, I kept my pace until I came across a large fellow indeed. Goliath's, I would call them from now on shot back at me through his aim was terrible. Atrocious. Waiting for a moment for him to reload he stopped.

Jumping straight up I used my cover as a platform to jump off it and over the goliath shooting his helmet. this was a mistake. Feeling that I had exposed his head for a clean kill I was instead given an enraged tyrant. Shooting my bullets at his head he wouldn't stop coming at me. He made me lose an entire clip just what was this guy on?

Stepping back I grabbed a hatchet and jumped straight on his back and repeatedly bashed it on to his head. My actions were fueled with hate and malice. Although I'm a hypocrite I wasn't sadistic. Death was meant to be a swift one, not a slow one.

SPLASH! SPLASH! BLCK! BCK!

Brain matter and blood flew everywhere but finishing him was more important. His body as if shutdown collapsed onto the floor like a puppet his strings of life cut by me. Once he stopped moving I stepped back once again to see the result. A bloody mess one would say.

His brain matter and blood splattered around my body leaving a dry feeling. Picking up a rag I wiped it off before looking around for more supplies.They all had guns but they were severely rusted. Sand got into them as well as the weapon's being far too old. Just another reason to hate sand.

Looting the ammo I came across a purple substance a rock of sort interested I picked up and felt something weird happen to me. My eyes felt pained before it returned to normal. I felt a weird energy of a sort enter my body. Weird though I hope it didn't leave any weird effect on me. Although I felt kind of stronger.

Using my ECHO device I tried contacting the old man but he never responded just what happened to the poor fella. Seeing another Bandit vehicle I smiled. Looks like I won't be walking back. Thank the heavens.