“It was a norrmal day, on Saturday October 23, 2077. But not nott for long, not long at all. It all started because of the race for resources. Chhchina released their nuclear bombs towards the US. This is what started the final and last, Great War. At a ququarter till 10 bombs fell on Boston, the capapital, New York and Pennsylvania. Minutes later the US sent bombs to China. The war only lasted for a long but very short two hours,” Duke read out loud, from a book we found lying in the street. “So that is what happened to Boston?” I asked. “Yeess,” Duke stuttered like he usually does. “ I wonder if anyone survived?” “ A war ththat had nukues everywhere?, No” “But what if there is?” “Well thhen they are ghoouls.” “Yeah I guess so.” We walked …show more content…
I walked him to the diner and showed him to the detective. Valentine was drinking his normal tea, black tea to be specific. I am more of a coffee person unlike him, he always disliked me for that but we were still good friends. When I sat down next to Valentine I said, “ When are you ever gonna get anything different?” He responded with, “When are you ever gonna try this wonderful tea I have here?” “Never.” We both laughed with glee and shook hands. I didn’t see him for a good two months before he left to find a holotape for the mayor. We met each other when I was eight years old, when I was getting attacked by a feral ghoul. he came out of nowhere and killed the ghoul with one shot to the head with his most amazing gun that I had ever seen, the Righteous Authority. It was a very unique gun that only the most lucky would ever get. I introduced him to the guy I met outside of the gate. “ Hi sir, this young man has brought me to you and said that you might be able to help me find my son.” “Yes I can.” Valentine responded, “ If you meet me in an hour we can get an idea of what you son looked like.” The man in the jumpsuit looked at the machine that was on his wrist and said, “Alright, in an hour …show more content…
Outside the door was the man in the jumpsuit. He was holding a picture of a baby. The baby looked just like him but its eyes. Its eyes were a golden brown, it was the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen before. I wondered if that was the man’s son. Valentine opened the door and ushered the man in. Valentine sat behind his very well polished mahogany desk. A walked a little past him into a side room and picked up some glasses that were lying on a table. I gave them to Valentine and he looked at me with a smile. I knew he would need them as soon as he sat because he usually waste an hour just trying to find his glasses because he couldn’t read. He slipped them on and said, “ So what’s your name and the story about your