Hey, my name is Robert Drayne and up until about a year ago, my life
was going just fine. I had food, shelter and a place where I belonged. The
story I am about to tell you is one of tragic heartbreak and terrible
hardships. Now, I am forming the basis of a new town with a new government
along with the help of my friends.
It was last July when it all started, I was still living in the vault at this point with my pet dog named Basher. I was walking through the corridor on the second floor when I saw it all happen. There in front of me stood a guy I didn't like much named James alongside my dog with a disgruntled look on his face.
"This god damn dog is looking at me funny Bobby" he said to me. It was pretty obvious that James had been drinking too much which he was notorious for. James then reached under his jacket, and knowing what he was capable of when he was drunk, I reached for my holster under my jacket. Justifying my suspicion, James pulled a knife out his jacket and I pulled out a pistol from mine. Though he knew that I was standing in front of him and Basher was my dog, he lunged at the dog with the knife.
"James!" I shouted out at the drunkard while I loaded my pistol. "Touch my dog and I'll fucking shoot you" I shouted with my pistol loaded and aimed at his chest. Though, paying no attention to my cries James stabbed the knife deep into Basher's torso. The god yelped and bit James' wrist while at the same time, I lost my cool, cocked the hammer on my pistol and pulled my trigger finger. James dropped his knife and fell to the ground along with my dog because I had just loaded a bullet into his chest. I was no doctor but I knew that it was a fatal wound when I saw him gasp for air and quickly collapse. I know that this probably wasn't the best place to shoot him but I wasn't the world's greatest marksman when my eyes were full of tears for my dying dog. It wasn't more than 30 seconds until somebody showed up after hearing a gunshot and had both James and Basher taken to the vault doctor.
After the shock wore off, I was at the waiting room for the doctor waiting to see if Basher would be okay after such a wound. About 40 minutes later, the doctor came out of a door and explained to everybody that Basher would get better but there was nothing he could do for James, because he was shot right through the heart. In retrospect, being able to shoot somebody through the heart with one shot is a good skill to have in the unforgiving wastelands. However, this skill has probably gotten me into a lot of trouble here at the vault but I really didn't have much of a choice. Really was is one of those situations that nothing good comes out of, my dog was wounded and I had shot a fellow vault inhabitant. The vault overseer does not look too kindly upon murder within their walls.
About a week later, after a lot of gossip and talk between the other people who occupy the vault, it was time for my trial with the overseer. It was a good thing that my parents weren't alive to see and be ashamed of me. There I stood in a small room with the overseer deciding on my punishment for killing that degenerate scumbag James.
"Why did you do it Robert? Everybody in this vault accepted you and you threw it all away for that stupid drunk." The overseer said in a disappointed tone as he wrote quickly on a sheet of paper. "I'm afraid that I have no choice but to cast you out of this vault forever Robert, even though I'd have done the same thing in your situation. You can decide to take your dog with you or not." This vault had been my home for eighteen years and it had been taken away from me in one week.
"Fine, I'll take Basher with me and leave this damn vault, there are plenty of towns out there in the wastes." I said as I stormed out of the room and went to my chambers to pack my things and spend my last night in the vault.
The next morning, I was awoken by a loud banging on my door which had turned out to be the overseer informing me that I had 3 hours to be gone from the vault. So I took my things, called my dog and said my goodbyes to all of my friends. I then headed upstairs to the main door of the vault. A guard, approached a terminal and steam shot out from the door. The giant mammoth of a door swung open revealing a world that I had never seen before, a world beyond the vault. This is where my real adventures would begin.
It was last July when it all started, I was still living in the vault at this point with my pet dog named Basher. I was walking through the corridor on the second floor when I saw it all happen. There in front of me stood a guy I didn't like much named James alongside my dog with a disgruntled look on his face.
"This god damn dog is looking at me funny Bobby" he said to me. It was pretty obvious that James had been drinking too much which he was notorious for. James then reached under his jacket, and knowing what he was capable of when he was drunk, I reached for my holster under my jacket. Justifying my suspicion, James pulled a knife out his jacket and I pulled out a pistol from mine. Though he knew that I was standing in front of him and Basher was my dog, he lunged at the dog with the knife.
"James!" I shouted out at the drunkard while I loaded my pistol. "Touch my dog and I'll fucking shoot you" I shouted with my pistol loaded and aimed at his chest. Though, paying no attention to my cries James stabbed the knife deep into Basher's torso. The god yelped and bit James' wrist while at the same time, I lost my cool, cocked the hammer on my pistol and pulled my trigger finger. James dropped his knife and fell to the ground along with my dog because I had just loaded a bullet into his chest. I was no doctor but I knew that it was a fatal wound when I saw him gasp for air and quickly collapse. I know that this probably wasn't the best place to shoot him but I wasn't the world's greatest marksman when my eyes were full of tears for my dying dog. It wasn't more than 30 seconds until somebody showed up after hearing a gunshot and had both James and Basher taken to the vault doctor.
After the shock wore off, I was at the waiting room for the doctor waiting to see if Basher would be okay after such a wound. About 40 minutes later, the doctor came out of a door and explained to everybody that Basher would get better but there was nothing he could do for James, because he was shot right through the heart. In retrospect, being able to shoot somebody through the heart with one shot is a good skill to have in the unforgiving wastelands. However, this skill has probably gotten me into a lot of trouble here at the vault but I really didn't have much of a choice. Really was is one of those situations that nothing good comes out of, my dog was wounded and I had shot a fellow vault inhabitant. The vault overseer does not look too kindly upon murder within their walls.
About a week later, after a lot of gossip and talk between the other people who occupy the vault, it was time for my trial with the overseer. It was a good thing that my parents weren't alive to see and be ashamed of me. There I stood in a small room with the overseer deciding on my punishment for killing that degenerate scumbag James.
"Why did you do it Robert? Everybody in this vault accepted you and you threw it all away for that stupid drunk." The overseer said in a disappointed tone as he wrote quickly on a sheet of paper. "I'm afraid that I have no choice but to cast you out of this vault forever Robert, even though I'd have done the same thing in your situation. You can decide to take your dog with you or not." This vault had been my home for eighteen years and it had been taken away from me in one week.
"Fine, I'll take Basher with me and leave this damn vault, there are plenty of towns out there in the wastes." I said as I stormed out of the room and went to my chambers to pack my things and spend my last night in the vault.
The next morning, I was awoken by a loud banging on my door which had turned out to be the overseer informing me that I had 3 hours to be gone from the vault. So I took my things, called my dog and said my goodbyes to all of my friends. I then headed upstairs to the main door of the vault. A guard, approached a terminal and steam shot out from the door. The giant mammoth of a door swung open revealing a world that I had never seen before, a world beyond the vault. This is where my real adventures would begin.