Martin Bishop's Saga

First off, this story will be made up as it goes along. This is my first story so I don't fully expect it to be very good, please review it as it will help me write more because if I think that there is no one reading it I will be less inclined to keep writing it. Please point out any spelling errors, what you think of the story, what I should change or fix, that kind of stuff because I honestly want to get better. Alrighty, lets get the show on the road – shall we?

I woke up in his bed, i had a nightmare about the Outside… Radiated cannibals chopping me up alive. I felt Safe inside the Vault, worry free, food, shelter, clean water, security, and something to do. What's there not to love about the Vault? Our Overseer was fair, level-headed, and honest, the security guards didn't abuse anyone, and everything was working as it should. The prospect of the Outside frightened me, the unknown Wasteland filled with sickness, cannibals, and other irradiated monstrosities, why anyone would want to leave was a mystery to me, apparently something about the amount of curiosity in the Vault. Some near-naked cannibals invaded the Vault about 3 days ago, they look dried and shriveled up, open wounds that looked as if they would kill them seemed to not effect them at all. The worst part about them to me was that they didn't seem to react to pain – At all…. I had unloaded my Vault-Tec Nail-Gun into one and it kept coming until Jack blasted it with his .44 Magnum, its brains splattered on me feeling oily and sickening, I had almost lost my lunch that day. The Overseer scrapped the scouting mission that day and postponed it for next week.

I got out of bed and checked my Pip-Boy for the time, apparently 4:12 AM. I got dressed in my favorite pair of jeans, a black T-Shirt, slipped on my Utility Belt, and put my Vault-Tec Leather Jacked on and shaved my stubble, I was barely 23 but a skilled mechanic. My father had taught me all that I knew and even how to shoot. I was a good shot but didn't have very much experience. I put on my boots and laced them, Vault-Tec boots were some of the best in the world, they lasted practically forever and were relatively comfortable. I checked my Pip-Boy for tasks I had to do today, it listed the coffee machine in the cafeteria was broken and I was to do that, also I had to help one of the new Security Guards clear out some Rad Roaches.

I played our vault's PA system, it was playing some classical rock that I couldn't name. Walking down the hall I saw one of my friends, he was a Security Guard.

"Hey Martin, what'chu doing today?" he asked

"Hey Jack, I'm fixing the coffee machine and helping a Green Guard with some Rad Roaches near the entrance after that." I replied.

"Oh yeah? hey I could help you out with that if you want, I don't really have anything better to do." Jack said back.

"Oh yeah I don't have a problem with that, I'll radio you when I'm done with the coffee machine."

"Aight man keep it easy"

"You too."

And with that we passed and I was off to do my duties, I was surprised how little I had to do today, usually I was bombarded with mundane tasks, consuming my whole day but it looked like I would have most of the day to myself. I arrived at the cafeteria and several inhabitants were eating, notably none drinking coffee, he went to the lineup of coffee machines, all hooked up to the coffee maker, I looked inside of it and some gears were rusted…

After that quick fix I met up the green horn "Hey, I'm Officer Jose. Its nice to meet you Mr. Bishop!" I rubbed the back of my neck, he was certainly a friendly one.

"Yeah nice to meet you too, and just call me Martin, I have a friend who wants to help out too" I told him, without giving him a chance to answer I went on my radio and called up Jack "Hey Jack, we're at the Armory, we're waiting on you mate."

"Yeah sure Martin! I'm on my way now!" After a few minutes he arrived, we all were armed with Batons, we turned the corner and saw something Terrible.

"W-Why the fuck is the Vault Door open!?" Jose shouted.

"We should have heard an alarm… Who could disable the alarm and open the door without anyone noticing….?" I asked myself out loud.

"Alright forget the god damned roaches we have to get the door closed, anyone know the pass code?"Jack said taking charge.

"We have to radio the Overseer." I stated, already on it.

After contacting the Overseer he arrived along with 6 other officers, 4 with 10mm Pistols and the other two with the SMG counterpart. "Why is the door open?" Overseer Frank asked in a concerned tone.

"We're not sure, but we thought it best to contact you because you are the only one we know of that is capable of opening it, Sir." Jack replied saluting him.

With that the security force advances past us and guarded the big gear-like door, the Overseer entering various passwords into a near-by terminal. "It appears that the door is jammed… I have no clue what is wrong with it but none of my commands are working in the system, We will have to watch the entrance 24/7. And the scouting mission will be pushed for tomorrow." The Overseer told them.

"But the task force for the mission hasn't been assigned yet..?" I said

"I am aware of this, I will make it tomorrow. Also I have been considering You for our expeditionary force, Mr. Bishop." The Overseer explained

"M-Me…? Why Sir? I am a mechanic, I don't have any training…" I said with a extremely surprised and slightly scared tone.

"Yes I am aware of that, however plenty of talented mechanics are arising and I have more uses for you, you should be able to bring back usable technology and scrap for the Vault, as we are running out of spare parts. Infact you are the one who brought this to my attention, Martin." The Overseer said.

I sighed… "Yes Sir…" I saluted then walked off towards my quarters.

"Hey Martin, don't worry about the mission tomorrow, you'll do fine, besides you will be with me and the other security! You'll be perfectly safe…" Jack said trying to comfort me, his best friend.

"Yeah I know, but those fucking freaky ass cannibals… the last mission got canceled because of them, and for a good reason! They swarmed us, there must have bin over 30 of them… if they're a common sight in the outside then we stand no chance…" I replied.

"Haha don't worry, we totally handled those freaks, and hey start packing this duffel bag full of gear that you think will be useful for the trip, but don't overfill it we need to be light on our feet and we need to bring some stuff back, sound good?" Jack said

"Yeah shure, I'll do that then get some shut eye, gonna be a big day tomorrow, that's for fucking sure…" I said waving off my friend.

After Jack had left my quarters I packed a crowbar, my Vault-Tec Nail Gun, 3 doses of Med-X, 5 Rad-Aways and 3 Rad-Xs, 4 clips for my Nail Gun(The Nail Gun is fed clips), and 5 bobby pins. The bobby pins were a precaution because I found myself picking some locks because the owner of the case had lost his or her key to it, I felt that there might be some use to them if they came across anything locked. I zipped up the bag and went to bed, 'I wonder what will happen tomorrow?' was the question I had when I fell asleep.