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His eyes struggled to adjust to the sun when he took his first steps out of the vault. He was wearing a slightly torn Vault 101 jumpsuit and carried a baseball bat and a 10mm pistol.

He had just begun to be able to see when he spotted something. A pinkish dog-sized thing was heading towards him. "What the hell is that thing?" he asked. As it came closer and he could hear it's snuffles and snorts clearer, he cautiously raised the bat. "Only if it tries to bite me", he thought to himself. As it did exactly that, he swung, putting the whole force of his body into the swing, which hit it's mark and crushed the skull of the rat-mole thing.

After admiring his work a bit, he scanned the horizon. He saw what looked to be a pile of junk. No wait, it looked like somebody had built it. "That must be Megaton, that city from the Overseer's terminal", he realized, "Dad must have stopped there!"

After a short walk, he found what seemed to be an entrance. At least, it had a guard on top with a rifle and a robot guarding it. There was also an Airplane's engine right below the sniper's nest. But he could see no gate or anything...

"Hey guy up there!"

The guard looked in shock. "A Vaultie? From 101? Christ alive, more?"

Thomas pondered that a bit, but then proceeded to ask, "So, can you let me in?"

"Why are you here? State your business here."

"Well, I'm looking for my father. He came from the Vault too."

"So he was that other Vault guy that I let in. Ok kid, you seem nice. If you stir up any trouble though, I will make sure you leave here without a skull or the majority of your brain matter. Got it?"

"Loud and clear, uh, Rifleguy!" The "Rifleguy" looked kinda offended at that, and yelled out, "NEVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN. The name is Stockholm. Welcome to Megaton," said Stockholm, pressing a button that was out of Thomas' sight.

Wait... How does it open? Maybe that engine cause a part of wall to- Yup. Sure enough, the engine that was resting on top of the entrance turned on and pulled two sections of the of the scrap metal walls .

"Time to find Dad…"

As the curious 19 year old went into the rudimentary gate, he was greeted by a dark skinned man with a smile on his face, an assault rifle of Chinese origin on his back, and a star pinned to his duster.

"Name's Lucas Simms, town Sheriff. And mayor too, when the need arises. I don't know why boy, but I like you. What is your name?"

"…Uhhh… I don't like to give it out to any random person I meet… No offence….", he said meekly.

"Boy, if there is anyone not to trust here in Megaton, it's Moriarty."

"Moriarty? Who is he?"

"Owner of the local bar."

"…Think that is where a person passing through would go?"

"Possibly.", said the grizzled Sheriff.

The teen though for a moment and decided that he would go there later. He was thirsty at the moment. "So, anywhere I can get some water?"

"Well, you can drink from the bomb pit in the center of town or the toilets in the public bathrooms if you are really desperate. They taste about the same!", said Simms, bursting into laughter.

"A bomb? Nuclear?" asked Thomas, not really getting the joke, as he has never had bomb-pit water.

"Yep. Been here since Megaton has been started. As long as nobody, uh, shoots it or anything, we SHOULD be fine…", said Simms with a worried look on his face.

The kid thought for a moment. He saw how nervous the Sheriff was about that bomb. He thought for a moment. "How about, eerrr… I defuse the bomb?"

Lucas Simms looked at him incredulously. "Why would you do that? What's your price kid?"

"The satisfaction of knowing the people of this town can sleep in peace, without having to worry about a literal time bomb in their backyards.", he said, completely honest and feeling his good nature taking over.

He was regretting that decision and his good nature 5 minutes later when he was sitting in an irradiated pool in front of previously said bomb. What the hell was he THINKING! Oh wait, he wasn't thinking! Not really! Thomas sighed, running his hand through his blonde hair. Well, he made a promise, and he had to keep it. He sighed. He thought back to the long days in Mr. Brotch's class learning about the Great War. The one and only topic Butch paid attention for (besides anatomy). He suddenly remembered how Chinese bombs worked. He remembered something about fission and "the gun method" and thought for a moment. He then opened up a hold in the bomb itself, with the help of some sort of miniature saw Simms had lent him, and then proceeded to remove the explosive that would start the reaction, avoiding anything that would set it off. He didn't touch the radioactive….thing in the middle for fear he would turn into that very, very poor bastard from the G.O.A.T. Ahhh, the G.O.A.T. Just thinking about it made him want to go up to a scientist and stick a Quantum Harmonizer into their Photon Resonation Chamber, all while saying something resembling "Yeah? Well, up your's too, buddy!"

…Damn, he needed sleep.

His now sweaty blond hair glinting in the setting sun, he returned to a thankful Simms.

"You saved the citizens of this town, and don't even take a reward? Hell, why don't you move in!", said the Sheriff, who had clearly earned some respect for this kid.

"Well," replied the kid, " you guys are lucky that I was the one who paid attention in class." That had them both laughing. He suddenly felt tired. "I'm going to catch some shut-eye. Thanks for everything."

"No problem. Now, as I said before, I need sleep."

Hello readers!

You see, I was tired of seeing Lone Wanderers who were total badasses, but never knowing how they got that way. This will show how a little skinny Vaultie is formed into the Savior of the Wasteland.

Yes, I am a sort of amateur writer. And yes, the "Rat-Mole" thing is a Mole Rat.

EDIT: Dont worry, anyone who just randomly stumbled upon this and thought that the whole thing will suck. It WILL get better. Just keep reading, and at the time of writing this message, I more than halfway through Chapter 9, and I am churning out greatness faster than *insert fast object here*

EDIT: Consolidated chapters 1-3. All three were way too short.