Okay, this is my first Fallout fic, sorry if I get some things wrong. If I do, it's probably just going to be some details, her eyes are green, not blue, this guy wasn't related to that girl, whatever.
Enjoy!
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Wasteland Angel
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ENTRY#0001
DATE:JULY.11.2278
TIME:23:42:36
?:EXHAUSTED
"Okay... Is this thing on? Testing, testing... Ugh, I sound like one of those cheesy holo-video characters making a speech. Well, anyway, I'm not quite sure why I'm recording this-nearly four hours after curfew!-but I suppose it'll be good for me.
Um... Oh! I should mention my name. I know it says Josephine Carter, but anyone who wants to keep all their fingers calls me Jo. I'm twelve years old, and my father is-CRAP!"
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The muffled sound of booted footsteps caused me to dive back under my Vault-Tec issued polyneothane sheets, leaving the recording machine unattended. No matter which of the Vault officers it was, none of them would take kindly to a citizen out of bed so late. Except maybe Gomez, he'd always been so nice to me. Silence.
Okay, safe to come out.
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ENTRY#0002
DATE:JULY.11.2278
TIME:23:50:41
?:RELIEVED
"Okay, that was just a Vault night-guard. Um, where was I? Oh, right. My father, James Carter, is the Vault physician. It's funny, sometimes I help him in the clinic, and once I overheard Dad and the Overseer talking about him acting... Strangely, I guess is the only word for it, because of some pills Dad gave him to help him sleep. Amata and I had a lot of laughs over that, for sure. It is WAY late now, so I'm gonna go to sleep now. I'll enter more... uh... later."
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