Fellwood
By: Cursor
Intro
War. War never changes.
We were only children when we heard the sirens for the first time. We were all told about what was going on, about the Great War, but no one believed it would go so far.
Herded like sheep, half of the town rushed to the vault, too many stayed, too many just couldn't believe it.
I remember seeing the streak of smoke in the sky, right before being shoved into a dark cave. I remember the crying, the children were all crying.
Thank God, wherever he is, for Edward Crosswire.
Mr. Crosswire's connections are the only thing that brought a vault to Elwood City, a vault big enough for everyone, our places reserved.
They say the only God is irony, Mr. Crosswire never made it inside, he was just out of town, and did not make it back.
Sue Ellen's father, Mr. Armstrong lost his job in the beginning of the Resource Wars, and was hired by Vault-Tec thanks to Muffy's father, with him as Overseer, it seemed like we were much better off than anything outside. But we were sealed in, we grew up into teens in an environment of fluorescent and steel. And though we had all the comforts of a high-tech home, we never got used to not seeing the sun.
Among the children, I somehow became an alpha, a leader; our small group of friends became a wide circle, our parents encouraged our independence, how we managed our responsibilities ourselves, without having to bother the grown ups.
The time passed, and we were teenagers, ten years is a long time to live in a Vault. One day, Mr. Mannino, the ex-owner of the Sugar Bowl, attacked and murdered several vault residents, before taking his own life. Something went wrong at that moment, some sort of tear between people, paranoia and mistrust became something all too common amongst the adults, and it caused us children to break apart from them, little by little and by the time we were 19, we hardly spoke between us at all.
And then… the noises started.
It was faint at first, like a rattling air-vent. But with time it grew louder, and stronger until every bang sounded as though a battering ram was thrust against the walls.
There was no rhythm, no indication of when or where it will happen; we knew that could only mean one thing.
Some-ONE or some-THING, was trying to get inside and whatever it was, it was not benevolent.
I'd be lying if I'd say I wasn't scared, but knowing now how scared I should have been, I can definitely say that I wasn't scared enough…