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Last of His Kind: A Story of Rage, Part One
By Dom Devore
The moon shinded down on Rage as he huddled in an alleyway between two buildings. One, was a storehouse, and the other bothered Rage, the smell of rotting Brahmin meat assaulted Rage's accute sense of smell. But he had no choice, he had to hide, The people of San Francisco would not accept him, they would hurt him if they knew he was here.
Rage shifted slightly to try to get more comfortable, but the pain would not go away, physical pain was not his current problem, it was the pain of memory, the pain that the Enclave had inflicted on him with their tests. Rage would never be the same. And he hated them with a passion for what they did.
Rage's ears twitched as he scanned for sounds of any life out among the streets. He knew, that it was time to move, if he stayed any longer, he would be seen, and he would have to kill to protect himself. He was the last of his kind, and he had to survive, without him, his kind had no chance of survival.
Rage shifted his robes around his body and made way for the end of the alleyway, taking one last moment to be sure that nothing moved along the street. Hearing nothing, he moved into the streets with stealth unheard of by a human. He stayed close to the shadows of buildings.
The moon was not Rage's friend this night as he was moving, it's unusually bright shine covered most of the street, Rage knew that anybody looking out of a window could see him, he had to quicken his pace.
It took Rage some time, but he finally found his way to the street that led out of San Francisco. Rage could not understand how the Shi goverment could leave the streets unprotected, this kind of vulnerability could be used as a striking point for an attack upon the city. Rage would have never left his home so unprotected. He had protected his home with all of his strength, despite the inefectiveness against the Enclave and their weaponry.
"I will get my revenge, somehow. I must have vengeance!" he screamed inwardly.
Laying his hatred aside for the moment, Rage made his way along the street, until it emptied out into the wastelands. Rage studied the surrounding scenery, it was nothing to behold. But he had no choice, he had to brave the wastelands or die trying. He needed to find help, and fast.