I Dream of Nuka-Cola

I fricken love the Fallout series. Here's some fricken Fallout fanfiction!!!!!

She bit down on the leather belt in her mouth. This was gonna hurt. She poured half a bottle of whiskey over the wound in her thigh. It burned like the sun. Black dots swam before her eyes but she managed to keep from fainting. Next came the forceps. She steeled herself and began working at the wound. God, it hurt. She screamed around the belt and kept digging. There! There is was.She grabbed it and pulled it through the hole in her flesh. Just as she thought. 5.56 mm round. Thankfully, not a hollow point. She poured the last of the whiskey over the wound and bandaged it up. She slumped against the smooth, cool wall of the drainage tunnel. Long ago, someone had walled it up to make a shelter, but whoever they were, they were long gone. A single lantern, powered by an old car battery, lit the tunnel. She had thought about moving some of the sandbags that made up the back wall to see if there was anything worth scavenging, but the bullet in her leg and the odd, infrequent skittering behind the sandbag wall quickly dispelled all notions of exploring.

She reached over to the light and unhooked one of the wires. The tunnel became darker than night.

Tomorrow, she thought, I’ll head back to that town I passed. Maybe they have a doctor there. 

She wasn’t about to lose a leg to those god damned raiders. She had dispatched all of them, but even in death she wasn’t about to let them have anything of hers. She worked her jaw, removing the belt from between her teeth. She turned on her pipboy’s light to check the trip wire she had set. Yup, still there. She was sure that if she were able to stand and look around the bend in the pipe, she’d see her mines too. Nothing was sneaking up on her tonight. Not in her condition. She lay down on a stained, dirty mattress. It was better than a couple layers of cardboard on the concrete, but only just. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep immediately.