[color=39b54a]Gorge the mutant[/color] - Outside of Salem - Morning

  It was dark out when he woke up and was able to get out from under the building. Half of the caravan was missing, with the other half torn apart and riffled through. He checked his gear and himself for injuries before he began the slow process of tracking. At least he had a bit of luck they were dragging something big and bloody, more than likely the Brahmin that was carrying their things. The super mutants were holed up in some old building, the place didn’t have the best security and Gorge was inside their perimeter before he knew where he was.

  He was quiet at first, these mutants here looked stronger but were definitely less intelligent than others. Still, they had hounds rather than centaurs so that was new. He knew it was going to be hell when the shooting starts, and they have to run, hopefully they can’t track to well though. He continued through their camp cautiously, he had already killed two of them breaking their necks with a swift punch and catching their bodies before they hit the ground to hard.

  The building had little for defenses other than the normal barbwire and spikes pointed around with fires going here and there. The smell was something one would have to warm up to a mix of rotting and mixed meats of all kinds. Crammed into baskets and nets.

  The front door did creek a little as he opened it and moved in, being as careful as he could. Through his extensive training and the small bits of cloth patched in between the armor plates to act as buffers the large mutant crept through the building.

  He could hear movement all around him but the one thing he was zoning in on was someone moaning in a nearby room. It sounded as if the person was in pain. He kept moving closer and closer keeping aware of his surroundings until he could see through the missing glass in the door. It was Harold, he was alive.

  Gorge was quick to open the door and get to his friend, “Gorge is that you?” he tried to prop himself up against the wall only to falter. The ghoul was missing his left arm and right leg, his usual western style clothes were ripped and torn, and he had a stomach wound. All seemed to be patched up if not poorly. The man was still sitting in a pool of his own blood.

  “Where are the others?” the Armored mutant asked, the ghoul simply shook his head, “their gone” a shaky sigh escaped him, “either dead or taken somewhere else with the majority of the muties” he coughed and looked up at his friend, “I fear this will be the end of me.”

  “Come friend, I’ll get you out of here.” Gorge was careful to pick up his friend who grimaced with pain as he was picked up, “there was a settlement near here, Salem right? Maybe there is a doctor there” Harold smiled, “that hope of yours is going to get both of us killed.”

  The moment was ruined with a yell from outside, “Hey! Intruder! Some ones here our guards are dead” Gorge could only shrug as he made sure his Gatling laser was secure on its strap around his shoulder, “once we get out your gun and a few other things are in that bag at my waist. Get them out and ready when we get clear.” Harold could only nod as they burst through the thin door toward the main door.

  His shoulder went through first, the main door crumpling as the armor moved through it. The mutant on the other side caught unaware and sent to the ground temporarily dazed. The large armored figure kept moving, running quickly away from the building with a prisoner in hand. With the sky lighting up with a dull blue while the sun began to rise over the sea.

  Gorge had been running for some time, stopping now and then to count their pursuers or check on Harold’s injuries. Six super mutants and two hounds were tracking them through the common wealth. Gorge was careful to keep his heading the same setting traps or moving things to slow down the super mutants.

  “Harold were getting close” the mutant spoke, breathing heavily as he kept moving. “Get a frag mine ready” the ghoul reached into the small canvas bag and pulled out the frag mine, “last one.” Gorge sighed, “and tear off some of your bloody shirt.” The ghoul hesitated but then began to tear off a piece of his shirt, “Kind of hard to do with one hand. Alright that’s done, now what?”

  Gorge stopped in the middle of a small opening and crouched down next to an old car. He was careful to place the mine next to the engine and tuck the shirt up next to it. He armed the mine and continued to run, hearing the beep from the mine three times before going silent. Armed, was all he thought as he continued to move.

  They were close now, they had to be. He could see structures that looked better kept than others in the distance. A sound behind him cleared his thoughts, two explosions in quick succession. The mine had been detonated which for him meant that they only had a lead on them of a couple minutes. He only hoped that killed the hounds or at the very least slowed them down.

  He could see what looked like a partial wall and some guard towers, he couldn’t tell if they were manned and only hoped they weren’t openly hostile. Still, the large armored man ran as quickly as he could to both get away from the mutants and hopefully save his friend. He didn’t know if it was tunnel vision or that there simply wasn’t a guard, but he could hear people now but still couldn’t see them.

  He did however see the turret in front of him the beeped and turned towards him but didn’t fire. Gorge set Harold down in a position where he would be covered and gave him his worn 10 mm pistol, “stay here, give me 10 seconds and pop off a few rounds in the air to draw those mutants in. I'm going to flank them” he could hear the mutants running, their voices of rage getting closer. No hounds, at least one good thing. “It’s not like I'm going anywhere” Harold smirked.

  Gorge stood made sure his weapon was loaded and ready yelling out one thing before running off again, “MEDIC!” he paused for a moment to breath, “I need a medic over here!” truthfully he had no idea if he just sentenced himself and his friend to a quicker death. But they haven’t been shot at yet, so that’s a good thing.

  He ran, he ran as quickly as he could directly to the north away from Harold, the mutants, and the town. With renewed vigor and anger he moved with purpose suddenly cutting to the left dipping around dead trees, broken down rusty cars, small hills and banks of dirt, and random debris strewn across the land. He could hear Harold fire six rounds from his gun and moved into a position where he could fire into the flank of the mutants.

  Gorge could count five of them now, a few clearly injured. He waited patiently for them to get out into the open as they charged forward towards where Harold was. They took cover behind some old fencing and some cars roughly 50 yards from town. Gorge could see his opportunity, he brought up his Gatling laser and began to fire quickly killing two and grabbing the attention of the others.