Sun said you gotta eat sometime soon, to keep up your strength!”. I feel a hand softly rubbing my shoulder. I think I hear him cursing under his breath.Īs he races to Diamond City, our intended destination, the last thing I hear is him yelling for them to "open up the damn gate". My head knocks against his shoulder, but I’m too tired to cringe in pain. He’s returned to my side once more, and I feel his arms slide underneath my back and legs. Thunder precedes the frantic yell, "Stay with me, kid!", from my normally calm and soft-spoken friend. I close my eyes after realizing how much it hurts to have them open. The sight of breaking bone is unmistakable as a bolt of lightning illuminates the sky, and I glimpse a trail of blood painting the wall where the man previously stood. The dull thud of gunshots manage to cut through the noise, however, and I watch as Nick's figure rises up and swiftly collides with someone against a wall. My ears are ringing from the explosion, and all the words he’s shouting into my face are meaningless in the high-pitched shrill. It’s difficult to distinguish the outline of Nick kneeling in front of me his figure blends into the rainfall around him. However, my attention slowly begins to accommodate the hand grasping and shaking my shoulder. My brain can’t process what I’m seeing whatsoever. It feels like time has come to a standstill. The sight of the wounded extremity and the high amounts of adrenaline in my system seem to banish any feelings of pain and comprehension. After a few seconds of blinking away the black spots swarming my vision, I realize that my right leg below the knee is a bloody mess. My reminiscing is cut short as a loud explosion throws me against the wall of the alley, and the back of my head slams against it so hard that I worry my skull is broken. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to thank you for that". His words of gratitude ring clearly in my mind like the sound of guns firing: "Without you, Eddie'd still be at large. No one would comfort a freak like me, after all. And isn’t it ironic that I helped him come to terms with his synth identity before mine? That something I would never let come to life. I had assured him that no matter if he was the "old Nick" or not, I still considered him my closest friend. When he led me to the spot where his old fiancé was murdered, he had admitted, "Now Eddie's as dead as Jenny and Nick. The sight of the detective’s back reminds me of how after his heated standoff with Winter, I had quietly followed Nick outside of the bunker through the carnage of dead raiders. Without this rain, I could have thrown my knives.
Our ammo had been thoroughly spent that morning and afternoon while storming the base of Eddie Winter, a centuries old enemy of Nick's. There’s no practical chance of us winning this fight. Their yelling cuts through the sound of the downpour, and I try to focus my attention on Nick's coat flapping furiously in the intense wind. It’s a struggle to maintain my footing, as the pavement is slick with the rain that pours down in waves from the dark storm clouds.Ī hail of bullets dents the brick wall to my right as our pursuers grow near. Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles angrily overhead as I chase after my detective companion, Nick Valentine, through the dark and twisting alleyways.
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