An Enclave soldier was thrown across a room by the Lone Wanderer who had pure hate and fire in his eyes. He was drilling a hole in his enemy. The soldier attempted to crawl away. The Lone Wanderer grabbed the soldiers ankles and pulled her toward him. He flipped the soldier over and punched her as hard as he possibly could. He felt his knuckles break, which he failed to notice. He was far to preoccupied with killing the soldier he had spent months tracking down. The Lone Wanderer took out his trench knife and punched the soldier again this time breaking the soldiers nose. Blood flowed from her nose like a river. He hit her a few more times before turning the knife upside down, which the blade pointed at the soldier. The soldier grabbed the wanderers wrists and attempted to push up to keep the blade from piercing her chest. The Lone Wanderer put more of his body weight onto the blade and it slowly began to go downward. The blade was barely two inches from piercing her chest. The Enclave soldier screamed trying to pump adrenaline into her bloodstream. The blade went up for a second before began pushed brutally by the wanderer. The Lone Wanderer stood up and stomped the end of the trench knife. Pushing the blade farther into her chest.

"You killed me, I love how focused and cold your eyes are," She said coughing up blood knowing death would take her soon enough. "Do you feel better now? Will my death bring them back? Is your vengence complete? All the soldiers you killed to get here. You are no better than I am.

"That may be, but you will never hurt anyone ever again." The Lone Wanderer said viciously pulling the knife out of her chest and quickly slashing her throat. A blood curtling gurgle was the last sound the female Enclave soldier would ever make. The Lone Wanderer stared at her body for what seemed like days. Comtemplating what she had said. He did not feel better. His wife and child were both dead. Elder Lyons and the rest of the east coast Brotherhood of Steel were all gone. He was the last one only because he was in New Vegas when the Citadel was attacked by a missle attack. The Mobile Base Crawler at Adams Air Force Base wasn't the only source of the missle guidance system they had. He closed his eyes and breathed out heavily. He sheathed the knife on his side and began to walk out of the Enclave base. He had no one, no friends, no family anymore, no feelings. His heart was as cold as ice. The only thing he kept living for was to kill the female Enclave soldier who lay dead. He felt all of his muscles tighten up from the journey he had gone through. He entered a bathroom, blood stains covering the windows. He looked at himself in the mirror. He put his hand on the wall and balled it into a fist. He looked at the .44 magnum on his side and took it into his hand. He was tired of wandering aimlessly. New Vegas was way too far to go back to. The Pitt was a shithole and he didn't like Midea or Wherner. A single tear slipped down his cheek and his hand tightened around the .44. He closed his eyes again and put the magnum to the side of his head. It would be loud he was certain of that. And then he was gone.