Blind Owl, Feelina, And Garcia

[Decke/Author, note that I made a mistake I ment to say 1 year rather than 21]

I woke up.

It's quite weird to say that after all that I just witnessed, me dying, meeting the system, then waking up. It felt like a dream, more like a nightmare than a dream actually.

Everything is so fucked.

I fully opened my eyes and saw a sandstone ceiling, so I really did die huh...

The next thing I noticed was an ache in my side then a very scratchy airy blanket, I started to sit up when I noticed a young girl sitting beside me with, what looked to be, some soup in her hand.

"What happened to me?" I asked with a very dry throat after a few seconds.

She looked stunned that I was awake, like she didnt expect me to live. She then shook her head a bit and regained her composure. I didn't notice it until now but she was a really beautiful woman. She had perfectly smooth dark brown skin and long black hair, she had beautifulbrown eyes, her eyebrows were covered by her beautifulcut bangs. I could also see some turcoise earings peeking through her hair.

"Lo siento. ¿Qué dijo?" The pretty girl asked in Spanish while inching closer to me in a worried fashion.

This girl is really cute, its kinda weird when you think about the tough and gritty Fallout atmosphere. Anyways, she only speaks Spanish, an inconvenience but that couldn't be the worst problem in the world I guess... Although my Spanish in a little rusty I can still speak it.

"I'm sorry, but happened to me?" I asked gently, In Spanish this time.

She nodded her head in comformation to my question.

"I'm really sorry sir, I really don't know, my father found you lying down shot, almost dead in the sand and brang you here to treat you. It's a maricle you're even alive..." She said pretty fast.

I groaned and tried to move my legs over twords the edge of the bed but then that pretty girl suddenly stopped me.

"Try not to strain yourself too much, you're not fully recovered. Please wait here I'll go call my father, he'll know much more than me. He's the one who found you," she said suddenly before getting up and walking quickly to the the door before opening it.

"My names Feelina, Feelina Garcia. You're here at our Ranch," Felina said with a stunning smile.

"Fuck" I said outloud after she left. Man was this a shitty situation. I wonder if this was what the courier felt. Speaking of him, why do I have almost the same introduction as him?

[SHUT UP, ANYWAYS HERE'S A SHORT INTRUDUCTION TO YOUR CURRENT SITUATION. YOUR NAME IS JOSE SANDOVAL A HANDSOME, YOUNG, 20 YEAR-OLD COMING NORTH FROM MEXICO COMING INTO TEXAS AS A MERCENARY FOR A TRADER, YOU WERE AMBUSHED BY BANDITOS AND WERE LEFT FOR DEAD. TWO MEN BLIND OWL AND RICHARD GARCIA CAME ACROSS YOU ON THEY'RE WAY BACK FROM HUNTING. YOU WERE TO ONLY SURVIVOR FROM THE TRADER CARAVAN.]

Damn, looks like I came a long ways then. I groaned and lifted myself off of the small bed. I stubled and caught myself on a nearby desk before giving it another go, this time went a lot smother.

Looking around I noticed that the room was nearly empty, like it was abandoned for a while and only was recently used. Suddenly, a notification appeared.

[MISSION STARTED: GET ON YOUR FEET.

DETAILS: GET A WEAPON AND SOME CLOTHES FROM BLIND OWL AND RICHARD GARCIA.]

Just as I finished reading that the door oppened and two men came out. I turned to look at them and was met by quite a weird site, a ghoul. It is super weird meeting a ghoul, because his skin is litteraly just melting, like strips coming off and shit.

Anyway, the man on the left is, who I presume, is Blind Owl. He is a ghoul, but unlike other ghoul, he has hair, namley two long braids coming down from either side of his head, the very top of his head there was a red bandana which looked to be holding his scalp together. He was crossing his arms and looking at me in a questioning way, he was wearing what looked to be buckskin clothes, complete with tastles and everything. To the right of him looked to be what I guess is Richard Garcia, he was human, he looked to be around his mid 40s, with his greying hair tied back in a ponytail, a greying goatee and a large strung sumbraro. He was wearing a white cotton shirt, a red hankerchief was wrapped around his neck. He was also wearing a decorated vaquero styled jacket complete with chaps with gold and silver inlays. The ghoul spoke first

"Hello friend, you must be quite shooken up, eh?" He said in the usual gruffness of a ghoul but he had a styretypical "native american" accent. I guess that does make sense considering his outfit.

"The names Blind Owl, we found you along with your caravan, they are sadly dead." Blind Owl said in a steady voice.

He stook out his hand and gave me a look of senserity.

"The names Jose Sandoval, I had just came in with those guys from Mexico, I hadn't been with them for too long." I said with confidence, while shaking his hand.

"A mercenary huh? Hmmm, we could use your help if you dont mind getting up and moving so soon. Sorry, where are my manners, my names Richard Garcia but I perfer if you called me Mr. Garcia. I'm sure you've met my daughter," He said gesturing to Feelina, to which she gave a small smile and wave to.

"Come on Richard! It's been only a few minutes since he was shot and you already want to reqruit him to go with you to go kill Angel!" Blind Owl said clearly with anger.

"Quiet your mouth, Blind Owl! You know exactly what he did!" Garcia snapped back.

"What did he do?" I asked

Blind Owl replied with a sigh. "Nothing an outsider should get involved with." Blind Owl said taking a seat on a nearby chair.

"No offense of course," He said, to which I gave a small nod

Garcia growled a bit and turned to me, he seemed to have a look of fire in his eye.

"That bastard Angel! He kidnaped my wife and stole my cattle! I cant imagine what he's doing to her right now!" He said angrily.

He looked at me with a look of lightning in his eye.

"You any good with a good with a gun, son?" He said

[MISSION: STARTED]