The First Time

by Kuma the wolf alchemist

There's a first for everything. Xaria must navigate through the Capital Wasteland to find the man who left her to die in the vault while completing missions, dodging bullets, and killing whether it be for protections or gains. She hates, it but she'll grow as a person and fighter, while helping people and ticking people off the whole way through.

1. Stepping Out

1. Stepping Out

She numbly ran down the stairs, only glancing up to see if the Overseer had somehow seen his desk rise to allow her to slip down to the vault door. Thank God he was still in the other room- probably questioning his guards why they had yet to find her. Just the thought of the Overseer sent anger through her. How dare he hurt two people she held dear to her. Not only did he make her father run away, he killed Jonas. She would never forgive him for such a detestable act. No one hurts someone close to her and gets away with it; however there was little she could do in her current, weak state.

Focus, she chastised herself. You can think of ways to kill him later. First, you need to get out of this hell hole.

She quickly found the switch to open the large metal vault door. The siren blared in her ear as the vault was open- she almost expected to hear rapid footsteps from the stairs due to the noise, but nothing came. Once the door was opened she sprinted to the mouth of the cavern that hid the vault from view. Without hesitation, she threw the wooden door open- miles and miles of wasteland greeting her.

Is this…this is what the world looks like? She thought, looking up at the blazing sun for the first time in her life. She knew it existed, however she had never seen it for herself. The mantra "You're born in the vault, you die in the vault" wasn't said as joke. She slowly moved her feet through the Capital Wasteland for the first time- the wind kicking sand up into her hazel eyes. The air was hot and sticky, much different than the cold sterile air within the vault.

Welcome to your new life Xaria, She grimaced. Sure the vault wasn't perfect, but that didn't mean she wanted to leave- however it was her only choice. She could either die by the hands of the Overseer, or step out on faith and find her father. Finding her father and getting answers was the best option, because dying wasn't in her plans. Equipped with only a few meager supplies she was able to quickly gather and a 10mm pistol for protection, she began to move her feet down the rocky hill. She would go all over the Capital Wasteland in order to find her father if it was the last thing she did.