Fallout: War never changes…
Chapter 1: In his footsteps
I was born in a vault. We all are. I lived in the vault. We all did. I will die in this vault. We all will.
Or so I thought.
I thought to myself, as the bullets grazed my helmet, as my friends and enemies died in each other's arms, and Hoover damn burned…it felt so long ago, yet so near to me, that I was just another vault dweller living deep underground, peaceably without a care in the world. Back then, a long, difficult struggle to defend my rights was standing up to Butch. I didn't have to worry about my next meal. I didn't have to kill to defend my last bottle of water. And I pray that God will forgive me for what I did to receive that water. And I certainly didn't have to worry about being abducted by FREAKING ALIENS, either! I hoped I could have stayed there, but after my Dad left, my fortress turned into a prison, and I escaped.
I sat at the end of the vault door. I saw the sky for the first time, and the sun and the dust lashed out at my eyes. I fell to the ground as the pain from my injuries set in. I'd been shot on my way out. My clothes were torn and bloodstained. I held in my hands a warm recharger pistol and a bloodied switchblade knife. On my back was a large back of things I grabbed on my way out, none of them particularly useful. A baseball bat, a rolling pin, a nail gun, and a flare gun were all that I had to my name aside from the weapons in my hand.
I shambled out to the nearest object I could find. There was a large, fenced off area built from scrap metal. A plump robot sat at the end of the door and said in a cold, monotone voice, "Welcome to Megaton, the bomb is perfectly safe, we promise." I collapsed at the front gate.
((AN: How did you like it? The reason why I'm doing this is because Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas have particular flaws in them that I think could be fixed simply by taking Fallout 3's opening and certain side quests, and putting them in Fallout New Vegas.))