Hi! I hope you enjoy my take on the Fallout 3 world and the Lone Wanderer (F). I don't own anything except Reigna Calavon. I don't speak French fluently. I've been studying it for two years, so if I make a mistake I apologize and hope you will point it out so that I can correct it. Happy reading!
***Nivloc
Normal text = present
Italics = past
While growing up, I used to complain to my dad about a lot of things. I didn't keep any secrets from my dad. I told him about my every thought. I thought he did the same with me.
"The worse it gets, the better the story, mon ange," he'd tell me when I had really bad days. I never really got it, but after today, I understand what he meant. I guess I never really had a bad day until today.
I was woken up by Amata… she used to be my best friend. She told me that the Overseer had ordered Jonas to be killed after my own father had left the vault. I didn't really believe her at first, but she doesn't give me time to call her out on her terrible lie. She simply pushed a pistol into my hands and begs me to only use it if I need to. I silently agreed and watched her run out of my living quarters. I shut my bedroom door once she was gone. I looked down at the gun and turned it over in my hand to inspect it. It felt real enough to not be a dream, so I set it down on my desk and get dressed. I packed my backpack with some essentials, I grab my baseball bat and eyed the pistol. Eventually, I decided to throw it into my backpack with the safety on and headed for the corridor. I made eye contact with a security officer. He pointed at me accusingly.
"Hey! Stop, Reigna!" He shouted before getting attacked by three radroaches. I was used to seeing radroaches, but never so many at one time in the living quarters. They made short work of the officer who manages to kill one of them and injure another. They turned towards me, and I forced myself to move. I brought my bat down upon the fastest one's head and kicked the other away from me. I quickly lifted my bat and swung as hard as I could at it. The force of my swing caused it to fly into the wall. It made a high pitched noise on impact but then dropped dead unceremoniously. I stepped around the dead officer and almost make it out of the living quarters when I'm stopped by a hand on my arm. I turned to push the person away but find myself looking into the bright blue eyes of Butch DeLoria.
"You gotta help me," he said panicking. His grip on my arm tightened if that were even possible. I grabbed his wrist with my hand and tried to yank him off of me, but I am much weaker than him. He knows it. I know it. His brows were drawn together in frustration and worry. I sighed.
"I'm trying to get out of here, Butch. Dis-moi, vite," I stated blankly. Although, my shifty eyes and sweaty hand probably told him of how nervous I was he pulled me along to his living quarters and stopped in front of the door into the bedroom. I gave him a sideways glance, but then I heard the telltale sounds of radroaches attacking someone.
"Please, just save my mom. Je ne veux pas t'empêcher, Riri. Je te jure. Just… help me out… help her out," he begged. I craned my neck to look up at his worried face. I decided that begging doesn't suit the guy that was usually too cocky for his own good. I gave him a curt nod.
"D'accord," I agreed. Butch flipped the switch to open the door. Once I'm inside the room… he closes it. Mrs. DeLoria was in a fetal position on the floor by her bed. Chunks of her arms were missing where the radroaches had bitten her. She was screaming in pain and fear, and the sight was enough to make me cringe. I kicked the closest one away and smashed the head of another. The third one didn't seem to care that its kindred were now dead and took another bite out of Mrs. Deloria's arm. She screamed again and then goes silent. I kicked the radroach away and smashed the head of another that was approaching me. The sound of them dying gave me a feral feeling of satisfaction. The adrenaline rushed through my veins and with my newfound strength I smashed the remaining radroach several times in the body. It shrieked a few times before going silent, but I continued to hit it. It's guts splattered out of its sides, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. I didn't hear the bedroom door open. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to attack its owner, but somehow I found reason before I smashed Butch's handsome face in. He gave me a weak smile, but I saw the worry in his eyes. I turned and looked down at his mom. The steady rise and fall of her chest told us that she wasn't dead.
"We should get her to the clinic," I managed to whisper. I didn't see Butch nod his head, but he moved around me to pick her up bridal style. The clinic was on my way out of the living quarters, so I walked with him. Andy was outside of the clinic mowing down a swarm of radroaches who were failing to touch the hovering robot. We stood back and let Andy finish them off before approaching him.
"Ah! Miss Calavon, good to see you. It appears that your father stepped out for some fresh air. He should be back any minute now," he remarked casually as if everyone occasionally left the vault for some "fresh air." I ignored the comment and head into the clinic with Butch right behind me.
"Andy, I need you to help me heal Mrs. DeLoria. She's lost a lot of skin and blood," I stated plainly. Butch set his mother down on a gurney and stepped back. Andy immediately approached her and started to administer the proper doses of medication. Stanley Armstrong exited my father's office, but didn't try to stop me or Andy. He simply sat in the same chair I usually found him in when my father examined him. Butch just stood there, out of the way, but frozen in place. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye while wrapping a bandage around the last flesh wound. Silent tears were running down his cheeks and dripping onto his leather jacket. I noticed the way his hands trembled at his sides. Butch had never cried in all the years that I've known him. At least not in front of me.
"Ca va aller. She should wake up in a few hours. Andy will give her Med-X then. Ne t'inquiete pas, Butch," I spoke lowly. I placed a hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him a little, but he didn't respond to the contact. I sighed and am about to remove my hand, but he grabbed it firmly.
"Thank you. Merci, Riri," he whispered shakily. I nodded my head and let him hold onto my hand until he eventually let go. He unzipped his Tunnel Snake jacket and gently handed it to me.
"I don't know how cold it gets out there. En tout cas, tiens," Butch whispered. His eyes never left his mother's body though. I took it from him and put it on wordlessly. I'm almost sure that the only reason I helped Butch was because his family was the only other one that spoke French besides my own. I guess I felt a sort of bond to him because of it. I reached up and ruffled his hair before exiting the clinic. No one said a word as I left. In the atrium, I heard Tom and Mary Holden talking about escaping the vault at any cost. I panicked and ran to find them.
"Tom, wait!" Mary screamed. I sprint and grab onto his arm just before he got into the line of sight of the hallway with two guards. He turned his head to give me the dirtiest look I've ever seen.
"Are you crazy?" I hissed at him. He didn't flinch away from my accusation. Instead, he moved closer until he's staring down his nose at me.
"Let. Go. Riri," he whispered harshly. I glared at him. I refused to let go. He tugged, but I hold onto him tighter. Mary left her hiding spot and grabbed his arm as well. He didn't understand that he'd get himself killed like this.
"Tom, please. Stop. Please, let's go back to our living quarters. It's not safe right now," she begged quietly. Tom was glaring at Mary now. I took advantage of his lack of attention on me and kicked the back of his knee. He grunts but kneels the way I had hoped. I pressed the butt of my bat against his back.
"That's a good idea, Tom. Go. Home," I stated angrily, "And, be happy that you can." He scoffed but nodded his head. He stood and took Mary's hand. I watched them make their way back the way I came. I waited until I heard the sound of the door open and close before moving. I quickly walked into the room next to the exit and grabbed anything useful. I found a few stimpacks, some food and water bottles. I shoved them all into my backpack and made my way to the hallway leading to the vault's entrance. I glanced around the corner and almost got shot in the face. Clearly, they weren't waiting to welcome my father back into the vault from his break for some "fresh air." I crouched a little and counted to three before sprinting past the hallway's opening. I manage to not get shot and quickly made my way up the stairs on the opposite side of the atrium. Someone had blocked the door from shutting with a locker.
"Stop, Reigna!" I heard the two guards yell, but they didn't pursue me. I slid around the corner and pressed my back against the wall. I waited a few minutes until I was sure that they weren't following me. I didn't want to get shot in the back. I eventually pushed myself away from the wall and made my way to one of the maintenance rooms. Just before I could get to the door though, I heard a loud thud and turned towards the noise. Looking into the Mack's living quarters, I see Mr. Mack banging against the window and Mrs. Mack sitting at the dining table with her head cradled in her hands.
"You! This is all your fault! You're stupid father had to go and leave, didn't he? Had to go and mess things up for everyone!" Mr. Mack yelled through the glass. I glare at him.
"Ferme ta gueule! It's not my father's fault that the Overseer is a murderer!" I can't help but bang my own smaller fist against the glass. I knew that it's bullet proof, but I was so upset that I swung my bat into it anyway. Mr. Mack jumped back in fear until he realized I didn't even leave a mark.
"You're the violent one! Crazy! I hope the Overseer finds you and makes an example of you!" He yelled at me. The look he gave me was worse than the one I had received from Tom. I hit the glass again and walked away. He yelled more insults to my back, but I ignored him. I flipped the switch that closes the door behind me, and I could no longer hear his voice. I heard the sound of radroaches moving around and readied my bat. I saw Floyd dead on the floor by his toolbox. I didn't have time to be sad though as a radroach came out of the shadows and tried to jump on me. I swung my bat and hit it midair. It slammed into the wall and died. I heard another one approach and prepared myself, but Chief Hannon came out from around the corner and smashed it before it can attack either of us. He was wielding a police baton and sporting a standard vault security uniform. I held my bat up as a shield.
"I don't want to hurt you Chief Hannon! I just want to leave the vault and find my dad," I tried to reason with him, but he clicked his tongue in disgust.
"You're not going anywhere, Reigna. The Overseer said to bring you to him dead or alive, and I'm not in the mood to cuff you," he spoke venomously. I dodged the first swing of his baton and block the second.
"Please, I don't want to hurt you," I cried out. I duck under one of Chief Hannon's swings and pushed him in the stomach with my bat. It's not enough to hurt, but it got him away from me. He grunted in an effort to stop himself from falling over. I kept my bat in a defensive position.
"Stop resisting, Reigna. It'll make things easier for both of us," he yelled at me. I quickly turned and opened the door to the atrium. I ran back into the space hoping that he'd calm down, but he didn't. I dodged a blow to the face by a few inches. I yelped and rolled near the banister. Chief Hannon charged me, but I sidestepped him once he was close enough. I quickly turned around and whispered a quick apology before hitting him hard in the head with my bat. The force of my hit sent him off balance until he stumbled backwards over the banister. The sound of his body hitting the metal ground was new to me and rather reassuring. I let out a breath that I didn't know I had been holding and turned to go back into the maintenance room. I looked straight into the eyes of Mr. Mack before I made it into the room. His mouth was hanging open and his usual bronze skin was paler. He didn't say anything as I passed him and closed the door behind me. I walked up to Floyd and closed his eyes out of respect. We had worked together a lot. He wasn't a bad guy.
"Que les dieux te soient cléments, Floyd," I whispered. I left through the only other door in the room which was connected to a hallway that would lead me to the overseer's office. I took long, purposeful steps but stopped when I hear Amata's voice.
"I'm telling you the truth. I don't know anything!" I heard Amata yell. I duck down and made my way to the window. I peered inside and saw the Overseer, Officer Mack and Amata. She was handcuffed to a chair in the center of the room and already bruises were forming on her face. Her bottom lip was busted and bleeding heavily. I couldn't help the gasp of shock from seeing her like this.
"Be reasonable, Amata. Officer Mack may enjoy this, but I don't. Just tell me where your friend is, and I'll let you go," the Overseer said calmly as though he didn't have a hand in his daughter's current physical state. She shook her head, scared.
"I don't know! I don't know anything!" She yelled at them. I watched Officer Mack bring his baton down upon her hand. She cried out at the impact. Unfortunately, she caught my eyes in the window and shakes her head. The Overseer turned to see what she was looking at, but I ducked before I can be seen. I ignored the sounds of my best friend being tortured and crawled past the window. I made it to the Overseer's living quarters without any more trouble. I am familiar with the space since Amata and I spent plenty of time playing here while growing up.
Even though Amata told me… even though she warned me… I didn't think that it was true, but then I was staring at Jonas' corpse. His eyes were open and staring at the wall. A holotape was halfway out of his front left pocket, so I took it and inserted it into my Pip-Boy. There was a scratching noise then I heard my father's voice. I dropped down to the floor and close Jonas' eyes.
"Que les dieux te soient cléments, Jonas," I whispered for the second time today. Leaning against one of the table's legs, I listened to my father's words.
"I can't tell you why I left or where I'm going. Je ne veux pas que tu me suive. The Gods know life in the Vault isn't perfect, mais au moins tu seras en sécurité." The end of the recording almost made me laugh. Almost. I took the holotape out of my Pip-Boy and gently placed it on the ground, then I stood up and proceeded to bash the defenseless item into small pieces until I was satisfied.
"Menteur!" I yelled as I hit the holotape repeatedly. Afterwards, I walked into Amata's room and sat on her bed. I remembered the first time we kissed was in here. We were fourteen. I felt the warm burning sensation of unshed tears.
"Que dois-je faire?" I whispered to myself. All I wanted was for someone to tell me this was all a joke. I didn't love being in the vault. Hell! I complained about being stuck in here to my father on multiple occasions, but now that I had the opportunity to leave… I found that I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay here, but I couldn't. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and dug through Amata's dresser. I found a few painkillers and a pair of sunglasses. I put them into my backpack before making my way to the Overseer's Office Terminal. I tried to hack the damn thing, but my unshed tears were blinding my vision so much that I let out a weak sound of irritation before giving up. I looked down at Jonas' corpse again and feel an overwhelming amount of rage take over me. I re-entered the hallway and marched right up to the door which I knew Amata was being tortured behind. I flipped the switch and the door opened. All three of them turned to look at me. The Overseer looked smug, but Officer Mack goes to attack me before anyone could get out a word. The Overseer doesn't try stop him and Amata was handcuffed to the chair, so she couldn't do much except kick him in the back of the leg. It's enough to send him to one knee, so I took advantage of the opening and hit him in the head until he stopped moving. Amata was shaking so hard that the handcuffs rattled. I looked up into her eyes, but she's staring behind me. I tried to turn around but freeze when I felt the cool metal of a gun pressed against the back of my head.
"Don't move, you violent bitch," the Overseer whispered coldly. I flinched even though I have no idea what the word bitch means. It didn't sound good. Amata's eyes were as wide as bottlecaps. Her mouth had fallen open in shock, but she quickly recovered her voice.
"Dad, please! Don't shoot her. Why are you doing this?" Amata asked desperately. I didn't understand any of this either. Why kill Jones? Why kill her? It didn't make any sense to her. Amata fought against her bonds, but all she ended up doing is hurting herself. The drops of her blood make the longest journey of their existence to the sterile metal floor. I couldn't see the Overseer's face, but I'm sure he's frowning in displeasure to her actions. He always hated when she didn't do exactly as he asked when he asked and how he asked. I heard him sigh behind me.
"Drop the bat and sit down, Reigna," he commanded. I did as he said, and he uncuffs Amata. She moved to the first aid kit to find bandages to wrap around her wrists. I watched the Overseer closely though. He looked at me with disgust.
"I hope that you're here to turn yourself in, but that would be asking for too much, wouldn't it?" He scoffed at his own words. I sneered at him.
"You're the crazy one! Why did you kill Jonas? What did he do to deserve death?" I asked angrily. I could just bash his head in like the radroaches, but the gun he's holding at his hip pointing at my unprotected head makes me think otherwise. I glanced at Amata who is sitting at the furthest desk from us. She was almost done with bandaging her wrists. I turned my focus back to the Overseer.
"I swear if you hurt her again… you won't live long enough to make that decision," I said as threateningly as possible. I heard Amata gasp. I didn't look at her though. I just continued to glare daggers at her father.
"Are you threatening me, Reigna? After everything the vault has done for you… you have the audacity to threaten me!" His words were loud and made me want to punch him in the mouth and knock some of those perfectly white teeth out, but I couldn't do much with a pistol pointed at my head. I was livid, but I'm not stupid. Amata stood up and walked towards us.
"Dad, just let her go. Let her leave the vault. She clearly doesn't want to be in this position. She didn't even know that her father left when I went to wake her up," Amata said calmly. My eyes stayed locked on the Overseer. He still pointed the gun at my head… the minute it wasn't…
"Amata, I told you to stay in your room. You only got interrogated, because we found you in the hallway. You and your friend brought this upon yourselves," he said without the smallest ounce of regret in what has happened. I saw the twitch in Amata's brow, and the brief second that the Overseer took to close his eyes is the opening that I needed. I side stepped from the line of the bullet's trajectory and hit the Overseer's wrist at a weak point so that he let go of the pistol. A small cry escaped his lips, but I didn't give him time to recover as I pushed him into the only cell in the vault. Amata let me do as I pleased since I wasn't killing her father. Once I locked him in the cell, I turned to speak with Amata, but she beat me to it.
"You have to leave. I'm sorry for everything. I didn't know he would do any of this," she said quickly. All of my anger diminished at the sight of her wounds. I took a stimpack out of my backpack and as gently as possible injected it into her neck. Some of the bruises on her face started to fade and for that I'm thankful. She gave me a smile and grabbed one of my hands with her own. I returned her smile with one of my own although it was weak.
"I know that you didn't want to hurt anyone. I'm sorry that things turned out this way," she whispered gently. I took in a deep breath. I heard the Overseer pounding on the cell's door and yelling all sorts of mean things. I ignored him though. He couldn't hurt anyone from there. I gave her soft hand a gentle squeeze and then let it go. She went to one of the cell's windows.
"I will come back to deal with this matter myself, father," she said coldly. He scoffed.
"You don't understand the gravity of the situation, Amata. Let me out this instant. Before you make a mistake that you can't ever take back," he threatened her. I turned to look at him through one of the cell's windows.
"You shut your mouth, Overseer! Amata, will be in charge now. Clearly, you've gone mad," I said bitterly. He glared at me, and I felt the hatred coming off of him, but he didn't say another word to either of us. Instead, he went to sit on the bed in the corner. Amata took my hand and leads me back to the Overseer's office. She typed in the password and the door slid open with the familiar sound of the air pressured locks disengaging. She pointed to the lockers in the corner of the room, and I did as she silently asked of me and searched them for anything useful. I found a few more stimpacks, some ammo for the pistol she gave me and picture of her on her 18th birthday. I folded the photo and put in into a pocket of my vault suit.
"This should do it," she whispered more to herself than to me. I heard the sound of an air pressured mechanism disengaging. When I turned around the Overseer's desk was pushed into the air by four metal columns which revealed the concrete staircase below. It's a short walk through some maintenance hallways, and there were a few radroaches wandering around, but I was able to kill them with little to no difficulty before they could hurt either of us. When it appeared as though we'd gotten to a dead end, Amata lifted a well hidden panel on the wall and pressed a glowing red button. The wall in front of us slid down, but the sound was awfully loud. That's bound to alert the remaining guards of their location. Amata pressed the necessary buttons to open the vault door and then stood near the door back into the vault. I looked at her longingly. She looked at me the same way.
"You could come with me," I whispered although I knew that the answer will be no. It should be no. She shakes her head.
"I have to clean up my father's mess. I'm sorry, Reigna. I'm so sorry," she said with so much regret in her voice that it cracked. I saw the tears in her eyes and went to comfort her, but I couldn't. The door behind her burst open and three guards filed through. They went to attack me, and I held up my baseball bat to defend myself. Amata yelled for them to stop, but they didn't listen.
"Die!" One of them yelled in my face. I pushed him away from me and turned to run through the small crack of the vault door. It hadn't opened all the way, but there was already enough space for me to squeeze through. I heard them yelling after me. I didn't look back. I heard one of them though.
"I'm not crazy enough to go out there. Seal the vault!" And so, that's the last thing I heard from the inhabitants of Vault 101 before the screeching sounds of the vault closing sealed me from them for good. I didn't run back to the vault. I knew they wouldn't let me back in, and even if they did only death would be awaiting me. I walked towards the light coming from the opposite side of the tunnel. This wasn't the first time I've seen dirt. We had small tabletop farms in the vault, but this was the first time seeing the material that the door was made of leading to what I learned to be Washington D.C. We studied a lot of things in the vault, but real world examples were rarely there to support the words on the pages. I carefully went to touch the material and surprisingly it was rough and cold. It almost felt wet.
"Le bois," I whispered in shock. I ran my fingers against it until I felt a sharp prick of pain. I quickly drew my hand away and to my face. I inspected the wound and found a small sliver of the wood in my finger. I tried to pull it out but it was impossible with my fingers. I sucked on the wound and felt as I dislodged the small wood from my skin. I spat the piece onto the ground and glared at the wood in front of me.
"Eh bien, maintenant je suis contente qu'il n'y ait pas de bois dans l'abri," I said plainly. I knew that the door won't take any offense to my words, but it made me feel better to say them anyway. I cracked the door open, but this time I was careful when I touched the wood. I didn't want another piece of it to get stuck in me. The crack in the door let in a blinding light, so I shut the door quickly. I pulled my backpack from my shoulders and dropped it onto the ground. I rummaged around until I found the sunglasses that I picked up in Amata's room and put them on.
"Théoriquement, c'est supposé m'aider," I stated, hopeful. I slowly pushed the door open again, and this time the light doesn't hurt my eyes so bad. I avoided looking up at the light source as I walked along the dirt until I found myself standing on concrete. I looked at the map on my Pip-Boy and decided on going left. I follow the road to what I assumed used to be a town. We read that towns used to be normal in the Old World. They were like vaults but above ground. People would live together in communities. All the wooden structures have been destroyed to the point that I couldn't tell what they once looked like. Suddenly, I heard music. I looked down at the radar on my Pip-Boy and saw a friendly marker pop up just north of me. I risked a glance up at it as the light from before had diminished some, so that I was no longer scared to look anywhere but at the ground. There was a small hovering robot about 60 yards from me. Since it was friendly, I go to approach it. Maybe it is like Andy and can talk. Maybe it's seen my dad. The robot met me halfway, so I smiled and am about to speak to it, but it flew right past me and continued to play music from its speakers. I turned around and chased after it.
"Hey! Hey, wait, please!" I yelled at its back. It doesn't stop. When I got close enough I touched it, but apparently it doesn't like that because it stopped playing music and turned towards me. I saw a small piece of it glow red and then it shot me. I screamed in pain as the red light burns my flesh. Thankfully, it just grazes me and the burning light sears the skin so it doesn't bleed. I ran behind what is left of a car and hoped that the robot would see that I wasn't a threat, but it didn't let up on its attack. I risked a glance around the side of the car. It was only shooting out of one spot. I counted the seconds between each shot. It took about eight seconds to recharge, so on the next shot I took a chance and ran to the nearest cover in the direction of the robot. I repeated this until I was close enough to shoot it with my gun without the risk of wasting any bullets. It took four bullets before the robot fell to the ground. I rushed over to it and hit it several times with my bat… just to make sure it wouldn't attack me again.
"Tout essaye-t-il de me tuer maintenant?" I whispered tiredly. I checked my radar to make sure that I was really alone and was glad to see that I was. The warm light from before had completely disappeared. Now a colder blue tinted light covered everything. It was hard to see with my sunglasses, so I pushed them up onto the top of my head. I looked up at the softer light source and see a huge white circle in the distance.
"La lune," I gasped in delight. Identical, but smaller white lights littered the sky. It was beautiful. A sudden gunshot echoed, so I ran for cover inside the skeleton of a house. I heard another gunshot and a woman screamed. I felt the adrenaline coarse through my small form. My heartbeat was a deafening sound in my ears and a painful ache in my chest. I saw something white below the pile of dirt in front of me. I heard laughter in the distance. The woman screamed again, but it sounded like they are heading away from me, so I took a chance and start digging out whatever was under the pile. It turned out to be a mattress. It's relatively clean except for the dirt left between the threads. Whoever was shooting before was either long gone or dead, because it was silent once more. I dragged the mattress to the corner of the house with the most protection and sat down on the mattress. I didn't dare turn on my Pip-Boy's light or radio. I didn't want to risk attracting attention to my location. Who knows what else is out there?
"Mange et dors. Mange et dors, Reign," I whispered to myself as I pulled food out of my backpack. I ate slowly, not really in the mood to masticate or swallow. When I finished eating, I buried the trash under a lot of dirt and lied flat on my back on the mattress.
And that's how I ended up here… alone… with no experience with the outside world except what I've read in books. If I am lucky I won't die in my sleep, but I was never lucky in the vault, so I doubt Lady Luck will be watching my back now. I hug my backpack to my chest and hold my pistol in one hand. If I get caught off guard at least they won't be able to say they got me completely unprepared.
"Je m'appelle Reigna Calavon. J'ai 20 ans. Je viens de l'Abri 101 où j'ai travaillé comme technicienne," I quietly repeat over and over until my throat gets too dry to continue. I stare at the stars blanky. I'm lying on a dirty mattress that I dug out from under a pile of rubble. It was nearing midnight on a Wednesday when I was finally able to escape the vault. I close my eyes, but my decisions already haunt me.
French - English
Mon ange = my angel
Dis-moi, vite = Tell me, quick
Je ne veux pas t'empêcher = I don't want to get in your way
Je te jure = I swear to you
D'accord = okay
Ca va aller = it's going to be okay
Ne t'inquiète pas = don't worry
Merci = thank you
En tout cas = In any case
Tiens = Here/take it
Ferme ta gueule = shut the fuck up
Que les dieux te soient cléments = let the Gods be merciful
Je ne veux pas que te me suive = I don't want you to follow me
mais au moins tu seras en sécurité = but at least you'll be safe
Menteur = liar
Que dois-je faire = What should I do
Le bois = wood
Eh bien, maintenant je suis contente qu'il n'y ait pas de bois dans l'abri = well, now I'm glad there wasn't any wood in the vault
Théoriquement, c'est supposé m'aider = Theoretically, this is supposed to help me
tout essaye-t-il de me tuer maintenant = is everything trying to kill me now
la lune = the moon
Mange et dors = eat and sleep
Je m'appelle = my name is
J'ai 20 ans = I am 20 years old
Je viens de l'Abri 101 où j'ai travaillé comme technicienne = I'm from vault 101 where I worked as a technician