Day One.
This is the diary of Niall Roach, Vault Dweller. Due to the lack of any actual calendar, I shall do my best to manage with my own, rather simple system.
So, down to business. Today I took my first steps outside of the Vault; as opposed to the lush, green and glorious landscape I was expecting, I was met with a depressing sea of brown and rock.
Having sealed the Vault door behind me, I had to push forwards. My Pip-boy woke me from my little day dream with its familiar little beep which told me that I'd found a radio signal.
The first thing I heard when I tuned in was: "-they are basically mindless zombies. So kill as many as you damn well please." Not the friendliest sentence to catch the end of, but this is the wasteland. After all.
I began to move toward the bottom of the cliff face and onto the highway. It was then that I saw them. Huge, bulky men, strolling down the road. Needless to say, I was terrified. It's not very often that you see some huge, power armour clad men strolling towards you… I waited for them to pass, and followed them, from a distance. As I climbed up a small mound and glanced forwards, the first thing I saw was a huge metal structure. Abandoning the strangers, I ran towards it. Next thing I know, I get a intense pain in my leg and the ground hits me in the face. Cue, blackness.