[Dtoid community blogger Ross shares a fun, short piece of fan-fiction set in the Fallout universe. I promise, you won't see the ending coming :) Want to see your own blog appear on our front page? Go write something! --Mr Andy Dixon]
The campfire crackled and licked at the three figures sat around it, casting long shadows that stretched into the night. The sound of crickets pulsed in their skulls, getting louder, louder, the more they concentrated on it. There was nothing else but the fire, the crickets, and the darkness. Vast emptiness surrounded them, and dwelt in them, as they sat in their trance of silence. A gust of wind kicked up the dust and threatened the fire.
They flinched.
"It's time for sleep, boys. This fire ain't gonna last much longer," the eldest said, gesturing towards their sleeping bags. "Get some rest."
They flinched.
"One more story, then we'll sleep. Okay, grandpa?"
"Yeah!" the youngest chimes in, leaning forward in anticipation.
"Okay, okay," he said laughing, "one more." He leans back and scratches his beard in thought, iron hairs flickering bronze. "What kind of story would you like? A story..."
"Of monsters!" one said, grabbing his torch and shining it under his chin.
"Careful, now -- don't waste the batteries!" their grandpa said, urgently. He sighed and scratched his beard.
"Monsters, eh? I think I've got a good 'un. You've both probably had enough of the stories of deathclaws and cazadores, of gruesome mutants and murderous androids. How about I tell you the greatest horror I ever saw, all them years ago. The greatest horror, boys... is man.
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