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Challenge #4: The dearest friend.
They say, that a dog is the mans best friend, and they are right. When I first met him, it was strange, he instantly was ready to fight whatever would try to hurt me, with a ferocity that left many of my foes curl into their own blood. And with his help, I am standing here at my own built village, in a lot safer world.
He was there when I needed him. And even though our hunt only lasted less than 300 days, they were the days that changed my life, my future and my whole concept of friendship. It's not what you have brought up to it, but what you give into it. And he gave everything. He was the bravery within me. I owe him my life and my future, and much more. He was the momentum that gave me the strength to face my foes, and so it was he that saved the world for me.
I still wear with pride, the old rag of Leather Jacket, he was so found of. I miss him. And with every passing day, I miss him more. And even though, I now know, that he died because of me, I was too slow, I know he would forgive me. I know this cause Ian shot him a few times before, and he forgave, as if nothing had happened.
It is good to know, that even in this human made wasteland, there are still so kind creatures as he was around, even amids the mutated monsters and deathclaws that lurk around in this world of ours. I only hope that what I did, can redeem what others have done before. That it wasn't for nothing that he gave his life to the forcefield in the Vats, to protect me.
Edited by Jarno Mikkola, 21 August 2007 - 04:40 PM.
