Rev 21:6

I am Alpha and Omega,

the beginning and the end.

I will give unto him that

is athirst of the fountain

of the water of Life, freely.

When Azalea stepped into the chamber, she knew she wouldn't be exiting it. That's how she wanted it. She remembered what it did to her father and the bastards with him. No matter what she did, she could not rid the image of her father being disintegrated from her minds eye. It had to have hurt; it hurt just to watch.

She had figured that she would ever be able to set foot in this building again. But now that she was here, it felt right that this would be her grave. Once again, she was following in his path; she was "Daddy's Little Girl" after all. She felt that she should cry, but…she couldn't. So many people depended on this moment, on her parents dream. No, she did her crying she was done.

Turning, she waved a final goodbye to Fawkes, Sarah, and her ever faithful companion Dogmeat…who was inside the chamber with her. Blinking, Azalea looked down at the dog at her feet and then back up to the sealed door. Sighing, Azalea ran a tired hand down her face. Of all the stupid, idiotic…most loyal dogs that she could be stuck with, she was glad it was this one.

With one last smile at Fawkes, she turned and entered the code. 216. Her parents where the Beginning, and she was the End. Enter.

Whatever she was expecting of the afterlife, it wasn't this. Her body ached, and she had the distinct coppery taste of blood in her mouth. She was missing her right first premolar. 'Wonderful'. With a groan, Azalea pushes herself up into a sitting position but stops from getting up completely when a sharp pain courses through her body. "Shit." Sighing heavily, she brought a shaky hand to her face. Drawing it back she found her finger slick with blood and sweat. "Double shit." She breathed.

'This isn't right.' Azalea thought. 'That reactor should have killed me.' Finally moving to stand, she got a good look around, and saw green. Perhaps the Purifier had exploded? No, that still wouldn't explain why she was alive. Despite all the scenarios she could come up with, none of them ended with her living.

Green mist floated around her, ghosting over rocks and past her legs. A soft whimper came from behind her. Turning her head, Azalea found the limping form of Dogmeat emerges from the mist. "You okay bud?" Azalea wheezed. "It's alright, I…I'll Figure something out."

Dogmeat only snorted at her, as if to ask 'how?' The duo had been through a lot together, from fighting raiders to running from super mutants, but this, this takes the cake.

A chittering sound came from behind the rocks to their left. The duo immediately tensed and moved away from the noise. Large radspider crawled over the stones towards the two. Normally they would be easily dispatched with a couple of shots from her pistol. However, they where both severely injured, disoriented, and these creatures had the home field advantage. So disregarding her instinct to fight, Azalea grabbed Dogmeat by the scruff of his neck and whipped him up onto her shoulder. Now was the time to run.

Turning she ran in the only safe direction she saw, up a steep hill. At the peek of the hill was a bright neon green light. Azalea's gut screamed at her that it was unnatural, but not as dangerous as trying to fight at the moment. So, with Dogmeat still snapping away at the ever gaining radspiders they made their ascent. Glancing up at her goal, Azalea finally noticed a woman standing in the middle of the light. She must have hit her head harder than she thought, because women don't glow.

The woman stretched her hand and said something, but with Dogmeat's barking and the pounding in her head, the words where lost on the wind. Finally, Azalea could climb no longer and she threw her hand out. Just out of reach. The woman leaned further forward, just a little closer. Their hands clasped together and suddenly Azalea was pulled forward. A sharp nauseating tug in her left hand, as if her whole body was being compressed into her palm.

Clutching tightly to Dogmeats fur, she fell forward onto her face. The world spun as she tried to move. But the strain was top much. Azalea's world went dark as a couple of strangers approached; she could vaguely make out the image of Dogmeat standing in front of her, growling, determined to protect his master.

Here is the first chapter of my story.

Things to know for the story:

PipBoy- It does not store things. It monitors the wearers health, but it can't give a definent diagnoses, things like heart rate, radiation level, and with a blood sample it can scan for foriegn bodies in the blood stream. Keeps track of messages, maps, items (through imput), and has a raido.

Stats-

Strength- 6

Perception- 6

Endurance- 5

Charisma- 6

Intellegence- 7

Agility- 5

Luck- 6

Perks-

Hematophage

Comprehension

Survival Guru

Skills-

Barter- 47

Big Guns- 32

Energy Weapons- 38

Explosives- 42

Lockpick- 100

Medicine- 100

Melee Weapons- 22

Repair- 59

Science- 77

Small Guns- 34

Speech- 64

Unarmed- 29