The Forgotten Vaults

For centuries after the nuclear fallout in 2077 people have been slowly making their way out of vaults all around the USA. Some made a life in the wasteland, some were too weak, or just unlucky and feel prey to the many dangers of mutants, raiders, ghouls and all other atrocities that spawned from the apocalypse. Some vaults were unreachable, some lost, but generally they were all remembered, or empty by now.

But almost nobody in the entire USA knew about the vaults across the sea. This may have been partly because they were known to only a select handful when they were created. As the year 2293 was about to draw to a close, a message from the USA was sent out using a super strength transmitter on December 21st. It was only by luck they had rediscovered the forgotten vault, having only come across an old text found by one mischievously nosey little whiz kid in Vault 101 who decided it would be fun to hack into the overseers terminal. On doing this he discovered a hidden safe, containing long lost secrets. This started a chain reaction leading to a decision by the fabled lone wanderer to make it his duty to contact vault 207, one of 8 vaults located in the UK.

'Come in vault 207. Come in…do you read me?' It was the vault's radio, the words coming out all crackly as a result of it not being used for a number of years. After all, why would anybody want to contact vault 207? They were all alone. There used to be some contact between the vault and other vaults around the UK but that died out between a hundred years before or even three hundred, depending on who's story you believe.

'Is anybody there? This is Washington DC contacting vault 207 in London…Can you hear us?'

It didn't take long for the occupants of vault 207 to respond to incoming transmission. 'Vault 207 here, finding it hard to hear though. The radio hasn't been used for sometime.' It was the unforgettably harsh, confident sound of Nathaniel Casey. He was, although his voice and appearance would make you think otherwise, a kind-hearted, warm and caring man. 'We thought we had been forgotten, hahaha!'

'Unfortunately, you had for some years until we found documents of the foreign vaults.' This naturally didn't come as a surprise to the few vault dwellers left under the streets of London. 'But now that we've finally been able to contact you, we need to know something…has anybody left the vault?'

'Nope. Not a soul. We couldn't even if we wanted. None of us have any idea of what the door code is, and we haven't found it on any of our systems here. So we've been down here, trapped in this…hell. No way in, and no way out. It's the same thin, day in, day out.' The anger was mounting in his voice, by now he was even shaking a little bit. This topic, it was clear to anybody, was a sensitive one for Nathaniel.

'There is a way out.' The mystery voice revealed. 'We have the code for the vault door. No information on what it's like up there, I'm afraid, so we don't know how risky it would be for any of you to go up there. That is up to you. If you do plan on going up there make sure you have plenty of supplies, and report back to us if you can. We're keen on finding out how your nation fared since the fallout.' There was silence, and then the code was read out. '9292' The transmission ended, leaving the stunned and slightly confused dwellers of vault 207 with a tough decision to make.