'Another boring day' Thought Chad Weston as he walked to the Security Station of Vault 101. The dark hallways were starting to light up as some of the lighting was turning on, kind of like a simulated dawn. Chad didn't it stimulating like the rest of the vault, he could never figure out why, he was a normal vault resident, to a degree. He walked into the Diner to grab a quick breakfast before his shift. Officer Gomez was there, his former mentor on the security force.

"Morning Chad," Gomez said, sipping on a nuka cola, "Ready for today's shift?" Chad sat down on the bar stool next to him.

"Yeah, just wish it got exciting sometimes," Chad replied, grabbing a can of Pork and Beans from over the counter. He took out his Knife, an old Ka-Bar, its 7 inch blade cutting through the top. "Maybe a brawl or something like that." Gomez chuckled.

"You'll learn to appreciate the quiet moments, even if nothing does happen here." He said, elbowing Chad in the shoulder. "You've been watch too much old marine war movies again, haven't you?" He couldn't deny that.

When he was 13, Chad found a book in the library about the United States Marine Corp, ever since, he ate up any information about the USMC: Battles, tactics, weapons, everything. He trained everyday just like the Marines, even if he'd never use the skills in his life. The Ka-Bar he opened the Pork and Beans was a Marine issued knife that his father, James, gave him when he was 16, after the G.O.A.T. Dad said that one of his ancestors carried it on the beaches of Iwo Jima, adding to the sentimental value.

"So what if I have?" Chad responded, finishing the Pork and Beans, "Not like I got much to do in my spare time."

"True, but you can't always watch war films; spend some time with Amata or something." Gomez said with a smile. He stood from his stool, "I'll see you at shift change, and promise me you'll spend your time somehow else, alright Jarhead?"

"I'll try, Gomez." Chad replied. Gomez walked out the Diner, leaving Chad to himself. He couldn't help but think about Amata. She was his best friend; they've been friends since they were only toddlers, Back when almost every day they'd play, or hang out, but now, with Chad's duties and Amata learning to take over the role of Overseer after her father, not really able to see each other was… Oddly depressing, something he wasn't very easily made to feel.

Chad shook it off and left the Diner to continue to the Security Station. He climbed the stairs leading to the first level of the lower level; it had the classroom that Mr. Brotch taught in along with Dad's clinic, the place that Dad stayed for the past few months. Never stopped working on whatever the hell he was working on now. Chad could see him working furiously through the glass typing something into his terminal, notes scattered all over his desk.

Chad could also see how everyone said he looked like him; Square face, 6'4", though Chad had more of his dead mother's features as dad told him; dirty blond hair that he kept chopped like Marines, clean shaven, brown eyes and a considerable larger build from the workouts he did over the years. He then entered the Atrium, the large gathering room for the residents of the vault. Up another flight of stairs and a short walk, Chad arrived at the Security Station.

Great, Chad thought. One of the officers on duty with him was Stevie Mack, the "Probie" of the security force, as it was only his third month as an officer. The 17 year old looked at Chad with a scowl on his face.

"Well, if it isn't the jarhead." Mack mocked. "You make yourself look ridiculous, looking like a soldier." Chad wasn't a fan of the standard Vault Security Armor they wore, so with Chief Hannon approval, he made himself a set of fatigues, digital woodland camo pants along with an OD green T-shirt with a modified vest off one of the vault armor suits.

"So? Why do you care?" Chad retorted, "It's not like you're wearing it." Mack let an out a growl of anger, but turned back around to the terminal. Chad walked to his locker and took out his key and unlocked the padlock, it opening with a satisfying click. Inside was his standard equipment; Pistol belt with a handcuff holder and holster, riot helmet with a face shield, and his pistol, A 9mm Sig Sauer P226. Chad ejected the magazine and racked the slide a few times to ensure the weapon wasn't loaded.

"Hey Armstrong, anything scheduled for today?" Chad asked the shift's senior officer.

"Nothing, just sitting around with our thumbs up our asses and the patrols till someone becomes a threat, usual deal." He responded, reading a book. Chad sighed.

"Great, another boring day." He said, as he started to strip his P226. "Another boring day."

A/N: I live! It's been over a year since I wrote anything for FF. The truth to why, is I just got lazy. But now I'm back and with a new story. If you're wandering about my story The Gunslingers, I'm still debating about what will be next for it, whether or not I'll continue it or side it over till I get to a point with this one. That's it for now, stay tuned for more!