The Old World, After

by Dyis

Through luck and dedication, I was able to acquire several letters and even interviews of first hand accounts of their own travels. Each of their accounts may have been tampered by their imagination, but who knows? Someone has to write history once again, and I am up for the task. I do hope this compilation provides knowledge to you, dear wastelanders. -Abraham Washington, Curator

As I left the vault, I felt like an infant having its first breath. The wasteland, as we dwellers called it, strangely felt like home. Despite the dangers lurking in every corner of the once glorious America, you'll feel a state of euphoria every single time I step out of my fortress. The dust that covers my sandals feels like a blanket that reminds me that it was once fertile, capable of growing towering trees and bountiful crops. The dilapidated structures that mark American architecture and engineering are but a shadow of its former glory, which saddens me a lot. I've only witnessed them in their glory through holotapes, which are nothing but history.

I wonder how life was played before the bombs fell. Being a vault dweller, all I had in mind was to feel and witness it myself, hoping that the Old World would still be in its proud glory. Although my first adventure told me otherwise, braving huge lands such as the wasteland above us offer a different type of experience. I do believe we can rebuild humanity through patience and cooperation. As the new seeds for prosperity, we must do our best and rebuild what has been lost.

However, everything that is righteous has its opposition. Raiders and Fiends alike are nothing but impediments. And even though the NCR are keen to address these problems, they do seem to forget their history well; how America fell into a deep slumber. Perhaps, we cannot reclaim the prosperity we once possessed any time soon. I am growing old, and my work isn't even half finished. Please, do me a favour and carry on with what the Followers have started. Do not use old technology to repeat our peoples' mistakes. Use it to rejuvenate the hope of all wastelanders. I am counting on you. As for me, I'd like to return to where I was born for a one last time. Do not worry, I can do this myself. You take care, alright? I trust you.

Patrick Anderson,