[WARNING: bloods 0^0 and gores, not very much though. Keep in mind this IS Fallout!]
Max whinned loudly as he ran from the blasts. He dragged his dying partner, his owner and best friend, who was shot. He yelped in pain as his legs tangled in barbed wire, but he threw his owner over it with all his stregnth, over where the rest of his team was, where is was safe. The humans dashed to his owner, and he smiled faintly. They didn't see him, though. Suddenly, there was a blast right behind him, launching him in the air.
He sat up, breathing heavily. He looked around the high-tech, 50's style house belonging to his war partner and owner frantically. He sighed and laid back down, itching at the green bandana around his neck. He has been haunted by that nightmare ever since his owner and himself dropped out of the war that was still going on. The German Shepard lifted his head, worry filling his mind the moment he realized he didn't smell bacon. His owners cooked bacon every morning. Just then, the door opened and they rushed in with a bundle. He cocked his head and got up, following them as they went into the room that was being prepared for a new baby. Max stopped when he realized the bundle IS the baby, and he began wagging his tail. As they set the baby in the bed, he stood on his hind legs to get a better look. It was a boy, by it's scent, and it looked up at him with wonder in its eyes. His owner reached over and pet his head. "You'll protect him, eh Max?" He asked. Max smiled and nodded, getting down. The female human, named Jezabelle, squated down and pet Max. "You must want some bacon, eh?" She asked. Max barked gently, happy she remembered.
As Max ate the blend of bland dog food and overwhelmingly good smelling bacon, he listened to the radio Jezabelle and Frank, his war partner, waited nervously by. He suddenly heard the words "nuclear bomb," making him lift his head and whine. His owners were already off packing their bags. He finished up his food and waited nervously for them to finish. When they came out, Jesabelle had the baby in her arms, and Frank ran out the door with bags. Max chased after, confused. Frank whistled and encouraged him on, until they got to what humans call a Fallout Shelter, many humans pulling in. Frank made sure Max stayed close. When it was their turn to go in, the man stopped them. "No dogs," he snarled. Max growled and pinned his ears back. Frank shook his head. "He's a veteran. We brought him to protect the shelter," he quickly lied. Max looked up at him with thankful eyes. As followed his humans in, his fur prickled. He began barking, sensing the bomb had already gone off. The guard outside knew what the dog sensed and grabbed Max by the scruff, tossing him out before going in and sealing it. Max howled in anger and sorrow, until the wall of dust came, choking him with the radiation.
Max whinned loudly as he ran from the blasts. He dragged his dying partner, his owner and best friend, who was shot. He yelped in pain as his legs tangled in barbed wire, but he threw his owner over it with all his stregnth, over where the rest of his team was, where is was safe. The humans dashed to his owner, and he smiled faintly. They didn't see him, though. Suddenly, there was a blast right behind him, launching him in the air.
He sat up, breathing heavily. He looked around the high-tech, 50's style house belonging to his war partner and owner frantically. He sighed and laid back down, itching at the green bandana around his neck. He has been haunted by that nightmare ever since his owner and himself dropped out of the war that was still going on. The German Shepard lifted his head, worry filling his mind the moment he realized he didn't smell bacon. His owners cooked bacon every morning. Just then, the door opened and they rushed in with a bundle. He cocked his head and got up, following them as they went into the room that was being prepared for a new baby. Max stopped when he realized the bundle IS the baby, and he began wagging his tail. As they set the baby in the bed, he stood on his hind legs to get a better look. It was a boy, by it's scent, and it looked up at him with wonder in its eyes. His owner reached over and pet his head. "You'll protect him, eh Max?" He asked. Max smiled and nodded, getting down. The female human, named Jezabelle, squated down and pet Max. "You must want some bacon, eh?" She asked. Max barked gently, happy she remembered.
As Max ate the blend of bland dog food and overwhelmingly good smelling bacon, he listened to the radio Jezabelle and Frank, his war partner, waited nervously by. He suddenly heard the words "nuclear bomb," making him lift his head and whine. His owners were already off packing their bags. He finished up his food and waited nervously for them to finish. When they came out, Jesabelle had the baby in her arms, and Frank ran out the door with bags. Max chased after, confused. Frank whistled and encouraged him on, until they got to what humans call a Fallout Shelter, many humans pulling in. Frank made sure Max stayed close. When it was their turn to go in, the man stopped them. "No dogs," he snarled. Max growled and pinned his ears back. Frank shook his head. "He's a veteran. We brought him to protect the shelter," he quickly lied. Max looked up at him with thankful eyes. As followed his humans in, his fur prickled. He began barking, sensing the bomb had already gone off. The guard outside knew what the dog sensed and grabbed Max by the scruff, tossing him out before going in and sealing it. Max howled in anger and sorrow, until the wall of dust came, choking him with the radiation.