Prologue: Same Beginning, Different Story
Fallout.
It's a lot of things. Some people call it hell, misery, war, and even other things.
What it is however, is not important. What is important, is surviving. My family...well, ancestors survived by the atomic storm above by fleeing into a Vault up in Ohio.
Little Vault called 33. Actually, it wasn't little at all. According to legends, the vault extends around the city of Toledo. That's where I am. Toledo.
The fucking place was a wasteland even before the bombs. I ain't just saying that either. Gang warfare, political corruption, toxic fucking waste, sewers filled with who the hell knows what, and everybody in the city in the pre-war era had weapons. Protection my ass, from what I've heard about the old days in Toledo, owning weapons was a necessity.
Then of course, there's the legend about the outside now. Demons...beasts, roam the city, killing all that enter, and all that try to leave. This...is my home. This...will be my graveyard, if I do not escape soon. But I have no choice...I must stay for the time being, I must survive.
Today...is March the third, two thousand three hundred thirty three. Vault 33 was opened last night, for the first time in two hundred and fifty six years. As for me...I'm not important. My name isn't even important. I'm lazy, incompetent, not good with words, and overall...
Depressed and oh, I'm a very, very, very heavy sleeper, but you know what?
I survived.
End of Prologue
Oh, here we are again. TheGamerGod333 has gotten another idea for a story, and he must write it down and post it...while ignoring his main story, A New Definition of Hell. No worries. Still, this story proves to be entertaining as it'll be mainly about survival. Not saying it won't have a plot, and simply be just about surviving, but mainly it is survival. Anyhow, review if you want...
Adios, and thanks for reading.
~TheGamerGod333
