The Lone Wanderer.
War, war never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilt in the name of everything from God, to justice to simple psychotic rage. In the year 2077 after millennia of armed conflict the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of fire and radiation. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. But instead the Apocalypse was just another bloody chapter in the history of mankind. For man had succeeded in destroying the world but war, war never changes. In the early days, thousands were sparred the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in massive under-ground shelters known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them. All except those in vault 101. For on that fateful day, when fire rained down from the heavens, the giant steel door of vault 101 slid closed never to be opened again. It was here you were born, it is where you will die, for in vault 101 no one enters, and nobody ever leaves.
Alan stumbled into his quarters in vault 101 after finishing the day shift doing maintenance on the vault's machinery and later helping his father out at the clinic. When the last of a large group of patients had left his father had insisted he go home and get some rest, his dad was right after all, immediately after closing his room door and hanging up his lab coat he collapsed on the bed and quickly fell into a deep dreamless sleep. At the edge of his perceptions he heard someone enter his room and felt them standing near him. The intruder began to shake Alan's unconscious form, gently at first but soon very violently with an intense sense of urgency and desperation that was almost palpable. Alan began the slow climb to consciousness, he could then hear the voice of this mysterious person. It was a woman's voice, and although it sounded as if coming from a great distance he recognized it immediately. His eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up, "Amata!" he said blinking and looking around groggily he noticed about 4 hours had passed since he went to sleep. "What are you doing in here at this time of night? Your dad the Overseer will be pissed if he finds out about this." finally seeing something was wrong Alan tried to put a comforting hand on her shoulder and wipe a tear from her cheek but she slapped the gesture away. "Forget about the fucking curfew I need to get you out of here!" Alan gave her a puzzled look in an attempt to hide his own shock by the statement. "What are you talking about? What's happened? He said barley able to keep his voice calm and professional. "It's your father, he's left the vault. Now all the guards are after you! My father has ordered you're execution for being involved" Alan felt all the blood drain from his face. Dad leaving the vault? He thought to himself in horror. How is this even possible? the vault was sealed over 200 years ago! Alan shook his head and took a deep breath to regain his composure. Come on get a grip! Dad wouldn't have left without good reason. Taking another deep breath he looked back to Amata with new determination in his eyes. "Ok." he said. "So what's the plan?"