Jessica woke up with a shock, she looked down and was drenched in her own sweat. She'd been having more nightmares, about Kellogg, Bunker Hill, and pretty much everything else since the bombs fell. Before 2077 she had lived a normal life, she had a handsome soldier for a husband, a law degree, a steady job she loved and of course her pride and joy the little baby Shaun. She had a wardrobe full of clothes, a robot butler to make her bed and always had a goodnights sleep. But she woke up now and hadn't had a shower in four days, she slept on a matress supported by metal poles that passed for a bed and all the comforts of her previous life had gone into the wind. Instead of a law degree on the wall she had a revolver and instead of a handsome soldier to wake up to she had a Dog. Ok maybe that wasn't the worse trade she could have got. She pulled herself up and looked out of the window. Still dark. She reached onto the floor and picked up the bright blue Vault 111 jumpsuit sprawled on the floor. She examined the suit and gave it a quick sniff. It was relitivly clean by 2287 standards. She pulled it on and zipped it up. Jessica wandered into the room she was calling a kitchen and turned on the radio. The soft sounds of "The end of the world" drifted into her ears, and she started crying. This was the song that played during Nate and Jessica's first dance. She found herself singing along and slowly dancing the same steps as two hundred years before except this time instead of in a big hall in was in the bombed out living room of the place she used to call home. The song came to an end and Jessica turned off the radio. She wanted to hold onto the song, hold on to the end of the world. Jessica walked out the front door and was greeted by the cold bit of the Commonwealth. She walked over to the water pump and filled a can with Purified water, a valued commodity out in the wasteland. She took a sip and headed back inside and back to Shaun's room, it had been preserved in the way she found it when she first came into her home after the bombs. The crib was in the corner but her baby wasn't there. Her baby was in the sterile white enviroment of the Institute and was now thirty years her elder. She broke down again and started crying. Jessica quickly huried back outside, she needed some air. Jessica looked around Sanctuary and saw wooden shacks ontop of her neighbors old houses. The Longs now lived where the Russels did, and Sturges lived in the shack on their roof with Mama Murphey (but that was mainly becuase nobody else would listen to her ramblings). Jessica called for Dogmeat and started heading for the old oak tree down the road. She took a right at the tree and followed the path down to the river but stopped when she got to her custom built workshop/armory. Jessica opened the door with and audible creak and immedietly regretted it for fear of waking the soldiers in the barracks opposite. She stepped into the darkness and fumbled around for the light switch. Soon the came buzzing into life and she climed the stairs out of the workshop and into the armory. She gave her X-01 power armour a quick glance before deciding that she would take the old girl for a spin, but first she walked over the weapon racks and breezed past the rows of submachine guns and scoped hunting rifles that the guards had to carry at all times when they were on duty. Submachine guns for close to medium and hunting rifles for long range. Jessica however was looking for somthing with a little more finnesse. She reached to the rack she was looking for and grabbed a sawn off shotgun, she was calling the Boomstick and shoved it in her leg holster. She had already picked up a 10mm machine pistol from the sideboard of her home and had tucked it into the specially made holster on her waist like a old fashioned gunslinger. Well that was close and mid-range sorted she thought. Now time for something with a little more punch. She grabbed a heavy leather chest piece and slung it over herself. This way she could carry a rifle on her back. She also grabbed ultra lightweight leather leg pieces and two metal elbow braces that helped her recoil control. Finally she reached towards the top shelf and pulled down a heavily modified combat rifle, the type her husband had used in the Great War. Nate had taught her how to fire a gun and calibrate a sight and it turned out that she wasn't a half bad sniper. With the practice of the wasteland she had practically become a pro and had taught her men how to shoot just as her husband had taught her. Sturges had then taught her how to modifiy her own weapons and she quickly jumped the the occasion. First Jessica had made the combat rifle fire single shots, then she carefully added a scope for better accuracy and then over time improved the weapon untill it could kill a man in a single shot, and a few of the weaker super mutants. She grabbed a couple of extra magazines for her weapons and stored them in the bandolier attached to her leather chest piece. She was ready to face the challenges of the wasteland as she climbed into her Power armour, ready for whatever came her way on her latest scavenger hunt. The screaming sound of the alert siren ruined that plan however. Sanctuary was under attack and the throbbing sound of vertibirds gave away exactly who was on her door step.