Adventure in the Wastes

Firstly, this is my First one... So review and give me points for improvement!

Secondly, I do not own either the Fallout Franchise or the Adventure Time franchise- they are owned by Bethesda game studios and Cartoon Network Respectively.

Dave was a medical student, studying his second year at university. His father, Robert Hingston was a soldier, not just any soldier, a sergeant in the Special Aire Survace, the SAS (a consequence of being slightly nationalist and being too stubborn to study hard in school, sure he could 'Wing it').

Dave was a 5" 10" British male at the age of 19 with short brown hair and while not particularly thin, was not fat either, a sort of mixture of having muscle and fat and he studied medicine and the treatment of wounds, planing on becoming something great when he got out. He was not particularly different from his farther but Dave had an advantage, his father knew to encourage him in all the right ways, pushing him on to a path of a solid education. Robert knew he would regret it later should he mess up like himself.

So of course they had a good relationship going between them but at times it felt almost, fake, like Robert knew things that Dave wasn't to know but he would likely be affected. Robert cared but he could not say.

So on the evening of year 2077, Robert received the call he hoped he would never have to get- he was to travel out to north America (where Dave was studying) and would act as an escort to help fill the vaults, the bombs where coming.

Dave got up like any other day and prepared to study after having a cup of tea with honey and semi-skimmed milk, a habit brought on by his father when he heard sirens in the distance. At first they where distant, he thought he was imagining it but then they got louder, and louder... He knew what would happen now.

At this point Dave was lucky enough to be escorted out of his dorm by the staff of the university and was directed to a vault, the nearest one being about 2 miles away, he knew have ot run, he knew that the sirens only give a 10 minute head start and he knew that the traffic would be worse than ever before. So he ran.

8 minutes later he arrives at the vault gate, waiting to be let in, hoping to be let in but as he cued up, he was stopped and taken aside, away from the cue. He was pleasantly surprised at what he saw- his father in full SAS uniform had pulled him aside to give him a better chance.

His father gave him a spare uniform, complete with gas mask, back pack and a fully loaded HK G53, his father's weapon of choice with a Remington 870 MCS by his side, a favourite of Dave's from video games but he never appreciated just how heavy it all was, his bag filled with rations and water and a small tent- a standard bag with standard equipment.

Dave hurried on all of his gear and with only approximately a minute before the bombs would fall, he was ready- anxious from the wait, he father moved on just before he could get finished.. He had a plan and the men under him agreed it was a good plan worth doing.

Dave was to be escorted past the gate and into the vault, disguised as a soldier- the plan being to get him in, to get him safe.

About 20 second before they could hear the planes overhead, carrying their mutagenic horrors, Dave was in the cave of the vault, wandering past the guards- he had been told that if just walks with confidence, they won't suspect you.

"Wow, I never thought this day would come, what about Dad? What about Mum? Everyone I have come to know will be gone and I will have to live with that... if I don't get stopped that is."

Dave managed to get into the vault and just before the door was about ot be shut, he stepped in, saving his skin from the bombs- he was safe. Until a vault security officer came up to him and questioned him.

"What do you think you are doing in HERE soldier? Did you think would were allowed to just go AWOL?!"

"No, I am not going AWOL"

Just as the officer began to suspect a terrorist attack or simply a fake, he took off his helmet and gas mask to show his young (younger than he would like) face and with that the officer stepped back, confused for a brief moment at what he was seeing, almost feeling like this was a bad dream and for a moment, they were both encapsulated in a trance of confusion and conflict between their consciences and their will to survive but then the bombs hit.

As the atomic fire spread throughout the caves, both people where glad to have closed the vault. Snapping them each out of their collective trances and bringing forth more questions (not that he could do anything about them now).

"Who are you and what are you doing in my vault?"

"I am Dave Hingston, son of Robert Hingston, the man that... that just d-d-died to protect.. me". Dave's voice was reduced to almost a whisper by the end and just from this, the guard decided to take pity on him, knowing that not only did he just loose all of his family but he also just lost his life (in a metaphorical sense, his 'life' outside of the vault).

Having finished with that, Dave refused to show any weakness, much like his father, he stood up and met the officer's eye level and spoke in a suddenly commanding tone "So, now that I am in you vault, I want to be a part of it- I have many point going for me". Dave began to list out all of his strengths while limiting what the guard could see for his weaknesses, trying to present himself, he made a prominent point of his semi-formed medical training, to say he was practically a doctor (without any experience) to try and sell himself further. A trick he had learned from his mother to help with job interviews.

The officer's mind was already made up, he would then escort the 19 year old down the corridors and into the vault atrium.

Both people where surprised to find that the vault atrium was empty, no one could be seen, the vault was vault 277, a vault that was very different from the other vaults.

Vault 277 was to be used to seed the long-term future. Instead of dorms and showers, it had a singular large chamber with many pods, encircling a pillar that resembled a large computer. The officer, not knowing any more than Dave was equally shocked at what he saw, as he looked down, he could see that the pods had people inside them with cables and pipes hanging out of their flesh. The guard almost puked and Dave wasn't far behind at what they saw.

"THIS is what they thought of?" The officer thought this was a very bad moment for him until they both realised that the people inside where still moving, still alive. Both armoured figures where still unsure if they should be relieved or more disgusted at this sight.

There where about 7 pods left open and the two decided to try their luck with the pods, there where no beds, no cafeteria, nothing else and so, they tried their luck with the pods, stripping off the armour and stepping in.

Dave noted the smell and temperature most specifically, it was cold, the metal was on the brink of frosting over and the cushions, despite looking comfortable from afar, where no softer than that hard vault floors.

The smell was similar to that of a meat processing factory,making both people feel queasy and generally uneasy but they proceeded anyway. Stepping in and preparing for the device to 'work it's magic' as Dave thought, trying to make light of the situation and failing to make anything better, in fact, making himself feel even worse.

As the pod closed, down on him, he could feel small drills piercing his flesh at specific, symmetrical points all over his body, he tried to stay with it and squirmed slightly but after a few minutes, it finally stopped. Despite feeling like a lifetime, he was now exhausted and as many pipes and wires connected to his many small wounds, he proceeded to loose himself, to loose his conscious self. At his last moments, he could feel a mind blasting headache and the air temperature drop massively and suddenly.

So that was my first chapter of the first fan fiction I have ever written, please write comments and reviews of how I should improve and continue with the story. Thanks for reading so far.