You have a lot of things coming to you.
"Can't you.. just be quiet.. for once?"
Labored breathing was the only sound in Vault 22's lonely hallways. That, and the light pitter-patter of worn boots tapping against the metal floors. The man's friends and family lay strewn against the floor, some didn't have heads anymore – only a mash of red and blue colors, which under other circumstances would have been comical. But now, he could only look on in disgust and sorrow, memories of each and every carcass flooding his mind.
What will you do now? Bitch and whine about how yer life sucks?
"I said.. shut.. up."
Tap. . Tap. Something was knocking against the walls. He closed his eyes, hoping it wasn't a Super Mutant. Hoping it was just his imagination. Let the Mutant's maim him when he gets out into the wasteland but don't kill him in this hellhole. Just let him escape the vault, he was almost there. Lazy, clumsy steps echoed against the walls in the Overseer's office, the only path to the exit of the vault. That was when he heard the cranks, and the metal creaking. The sound of the Vault door opening. As best he could, he hurried through the final winding corridors and was immediately met with a gust of fresh (by Vault 22 standards) air, smelling only faintly of radiation and sickness. Bright white light poured in through the makeshift cave tunnel, illuminating the dirt and rocks, making them seem so much more beautiful than they actually were.
Well, look at that. Your freedom. What're ya gonna do, Lucio? Stay here or explore the wonders of the Wasteland?
"I'm not going to stay here, that's for sure.." He said, his labored breaths stopping, and taking in the cool, crisp (again, by Vault 22 standards) air. The smallest smile he had ever felt his lips form in years crossed his worn face. "And I'm not gonna explore the 'wonders' of the Wasteland."
Oh? So the fuck you gonna do then?
"Shut the fuck up and I'll tell you."
Hah! Now yer becomin' jus' like me.
"The fuck did I just say? Now. I'll go to the capital. I'll have a talk with Mr. Eden. Things need to be done, and I'll do them myself."
Quite a noble purpose, Lucio. Never figured you to be the one to think to do something like that.
"You saw what happened to those people in there. I can't let that happen anymore."
Yeah, yeah. As long as there's something in it for me, I'll follow you to the fuckin' end of the world.
"You just might have to do that. Death is always just one step behind me, after all."
With this new found goal, Lucio stepped against the rocks, and headed towards the light. And for the first time, like many others before him, he felt the air of the Wasteland for the first time. And so, he took his first breath.