Surviving A Living Hell
By: Kyle Dalton
Disaster. Pain. Death. The three words that described the present-day times. As if it wasn't like it before. Sadly, it only got worse.
First came the Great War. The bombs were dropped on the United States. People died, entire settlements were destroyed. Supposedly, it was a new start for all. But evil survived with good, and the world didn't change, even if the scene did. Groups were founded on both sides, and the new wars began to take place. But still, the human race survived. But, so did others.
FEV was spread out all over. People were contaminated, and the worst went through a transformation. Super Mutants were born, and the world only got worse.
Time and time again, the bad tried to rise above good, but time and time again, good put bad down. For two centuries, people like the Vault Dweller, or the Chosen One triumphed over the odds, and helped build the likes of the NCR and the Brotherhood of Steel. But as always, evil rose from the ashes in the form of the Legion, Raiders, and Enclave. The fighting crossed the entire continent, reaching from California to D.C.
Washington D.C was a sight indeed. Unlike in California, they have not had a man to take the reins and rebuild them. The Enclave still roamed the streets. The Super Mutants still kidnapped to feed the process of making more of them. The Raiders still tortured innocent bystanders who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Brotherhood was there, but they couldn't be everywhere at once. The Regulators were there, but they too were small in numbers. There were many mercenaries, but money was tight, and that was the only attractor to that type. They needed a hero.
Then, in 2277, Vault 101 opened its doors, and The Lone Wanderer stepped out into the sunlight. The man wearing only a vault suit, and wielded a 10mm pistol was ready to show his worth. His first stop? Megaton. Lucas Simms took him in, and the entire town taught him how to survive in the wastes. They taught him gun skills, survival techniques, and helped him clear out Raider Encampments nearby. To them, he was their start to survival. Then, after a month of living in Megaton, he vanished. And not till the click of the Atomic Bomb in the center of the square went off, blowing the entire town into smithereens, did they realize they he took Mr. Burke's 1,000 cap reward, and left for Tenpenny Tower. His bad side finally showed. The Lone Wanderer was just another curse to the wastes.
And a curse he was, after horrible deed after deed was done. First, Roy Phillips and his gang of ghouls were murdered, their bodies still down in the tunnels. Then came the slaughters of Arefu and The Underworld. He enslaved hundreds of people for Paradise Falls, and emptied out Vault 101, sending the remaining dwellers out to try their luck. He watched the Enclave kill his father, but still sided with them, poisoning the Water Purifier, crushing all the work that was put into it all that time. Raven Rock was destroyed, but still The Lone Wanderer went along with the Enclave, ending the reign of the Brotherhood after he blew up the Citadel, killing Elder Lyon along with it. The Enclave had won the war with the help of what was thought to be the savior of the waste.
Now three years later, the entire waste was still up-side down. Augustus Autumn had his cabinet moved into the newly-renovated White House, where he ruled the D.C area with an iron fist. His main army was still stationed in the Adams Air Force Base, but the 2nd and 3rd Battalions took over Rivet City, patrolling from that area. Talon Company was now under control of the Enclave, when their old leader "mysteriously" died. Super Mutants did as they pleased, taking over The Underworld as their home, wrecking havoc all over The Mall Area. Raiders controlled most of the wastes, working hand-in-hand with the Slavers, sending more panic into the hearts of any and all survivors. The Outcasts fled to Fort Independence, where they sealed themselves in, protecting themselves alone. Good was all but extinct in the Wasteland. Except one; The Resistance.
Founded by Sarah Lyon, The Resistance is the only group that was against the Enclave. When the Citadel was destroyed, she traveled with the Lyon's Pride, and the remaining Brotherhood knights to Evergreen Mills, clearing out the Raiders, and setting base there. With only way into the camp, they had a defensible position, but without personal, they would die anyway. So, they sent out a distress signal, asking for anyone who wanted to burn the Enclave to the ground, and then piss on the remains, to join their coalition. First, The Regulators joined, bringing their squad of about forty five armed fighters to the already army of a hundred. Next came Reilly's Rangers, with equipment and maps of the entire wastes. Then, the caravans joined in, bringing supplies and extra manpower in. Scavengers and other wastelanders came. Soon, entire settlements were flocking in to escape the tyranny of the powerhouses. In about only six months, The Resistance had about 1,000 people, most of which were able body fighters. Sadly, their enemy was far larger, and far ahead in weapons and armor.
But not everyone was caught up in this web of hatred and blood-shed. The Lone Wanderer, now 22 years old, retired to Tenpenny Tower. Mr. Tenpenny died, and he was left the entire tower for his using. Now, he runs the shots, while his personal army protects him. He spends his time drinking his Scotch, Vodka, and Wine on his balcony, with his sniper rifle by his side, waiting for anything or anyone to cross his line of fire. He was living the life. And there were others, rich or poor, who hadn't join the fight.
The vampire cult had yet to venture from their cave, and Ghouls were either dead or hiding. Even some wastelanders had yet to make the journey to The Mills. Maybe they were trapped in D.C, or they just didn't want to take the risk. Some were feeble, or crippled, or just sick of radiation, and couldn't travel. Some just wanted to hang tight where they were at. But many didn't.
Many wanted to pack their things, and hightail it to Evergreen while they were still alive. It was on the back or many's minds, and sometimes, it was all they thought about. Some have already embarked on the trip, while others were pondering it. Many would die, but some would survive, and reach the promise-lands. All they needed was hope.
So now you're caught up with the present. The world had gone to hell, and the devil was banished by the Enclave. The Resistance was gaining support, but one attack from Autumn, and they would only be a bug under his feet. But our story doesn't begin in an all out war, but in an old apartment in the Georgetown district of D.C, with a little boy who only wanted to leave for Evergreen, where he could make a difference. Its time for our tale to begin, so get ready for a "Bucky" ride.
Alright, here goes the start of my new story. I've been a fan of Fallout for a while, and I've always wanted to try this. Hope you like, and all comments are welcome. Ideas would be good too haha