Prologue-
(I would love to get feedback, thanks!)
War… War never changes….
In a sense, we are all survivors. Long ago, our ancestors took everything the old world could throw at them, and from there they had to survive the wasteland. Most "survivors" survived it all in great underground vaults, but even those were meant to fail. Whether it be from crucial design flaws, or devious experiments only the most evil of Pre-War minds could imagine, almost all the vaults were meant to fail. Only a handful of the vaults were designed to actually save anybody, but even then there was threats. The threats ranged to malfunctioning water chips to simple in-fighting, but there was one threat that would trump them all… The remnants of the ones who destroyed the world in the first place, The Enclave. But our story isn't about the Vaults, or The Enclave, but a soldier The Enclave had left behind, and a group of survivors he dares to call his friends. But like any great tale, to get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning…
