Disclaimer: I do not own fallout, their sequels, and the companies that produced the sequels, Bethesda, ZeniMax Media, Obsidian Entertainment, or anything else under this subject. I hope that someday I'm able to create something as epic as fallout, but for now I need to practice on working on my writing skills. Because I'm new to writing these kinds of stories, any feedback would be appreciated as each of the chapters come along. So with that said, let's get the show on the road shall we?


War... War never changes…

Since the dawn of man, when our ancestors discovered the creation and the killing power of their tools, blood has been spilled in the name of any and everything possible: from religion, justice, or just simple, psychotic rage. In the year 2077, after millennia of combat, the destructive nature of humanity could no longer keep itself in check. The world was plunged into a state of fire and radiation. It was not the end of the world. Instead, the nuclear Armageddon was simply the beginning of another long and bloody chapter of humanity. While they had destroyed the world as they had known it, man had survived. But war... War hadn't changed…

In the early days, many were spared the horrors of the Apocalypse by taking refuge in enormous subterranean bunkers, known as vaults. But when their inhabitants emerged after the fire subsided, they only had the hell of the wastes to greet them...

All except those from Vault 101. For on judgment day, when hellfire rained from the sky, the giant steel doors of vault slid close and never reopened.

It is here that you were born...

It is here that you will die...

Because in vault 101; no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.


10:30 PM

"Another day, another dose of melancholy," Landon Aldrich said to himself, opening the door to his apartment. He looked around the room, feeling worn and weary from completing another day of medical training with his father, James Aldrich. After closing the door behind him, he then sat down on his own couch. He then put down small bag he was carrying with him from his workplace on the coffee table. Opening up the bag, he removed a bottle of vodka that he had found lying around outside of DeLoria's apartment. He opened up a bottle and poured the contents into a small shot glass. Reclining back into the couch, he started to nurse his drink. Even though anyone to walk by and see him drinking that and even if he was under the drinking age, it was not going to stop him this night.

Landon had spent the day learning how make new medical supplies from raw materials. Making disinfectant and medical alcohol from vodka and whiskey, common cloth material and pins into gauze, bandages, sowing needles and thread, making soap from the food scraps of the meals they had when they had finished eating, etc. While there was a machine in the vault that could easily make all the materials for medical supplies, Landon knew he would have to know all this just in case it ever stops functioning. While most of his father's techniques in creating homemade medicine were quite unorthodox, they seem to have a lot of wisdom to his words, as though he had performed this countless times before. When Landon's training was completed for the day, he went and spent some time working with Stanley, making sure that his Pip boy was working correctly. While Landon was capable of repairing and programming his own Pip boy, he made sure that Stanley got a good look at it just to make sure that he had done everything correctly. For most of the other vault dwellers, this would've been a very tiring day indeed. But for Landon, this is not what made him tired. He always found medicine programming very fun, especially when he was learning how to jury rig his materials. It was the vault itself that made him weary.

In Landon's mind, vault 101 was not a paradise, it was an illusion. Most of the inhabitants were rather monotonous in their own life, doing the same over and over again. Butch DeLoria would lead around that "gang" of his and cause trouble for vault security and Landon. Christine Kendall eventually came to terms with working in the engineering department alongside Stanley, but would still gripe about her situation. Freddie Gomez still suffered from low self-esteem, but his father, Officer Gomez, made sure that his son did the best he could. Mr. Brotch would often teach reminiscent classes along with his normal teaching, often going back over the material that some of the vault dwellers have forgotten; namely Butch. Susie Mack was teaching the few remaining children that lived in the vault. Wally Mack got his job working for the Overseer, becoming a Vault loyalty inspector, something that scared Landon on more than one level. Finally was Alphonse, the current Overseer. Although Landon couldn't put his finger on it, something about the man made him feel insecure.

But it wasn't just the people of the Vault that was a problem. There were quite a few people that Landon had some form of appreciation for. Amata, the Overseer's daughter, had always been a close childhood friend of his. Out of everyone his age group, she was the only one who's really friendly with him. While it was true that sometimes he would have to save her from Butch and co, she was one of the few who we could really talk to without judgment. Jonas, was another man that he had come to respect over the years. Jonas helped his father repair a BB gun they had found down in the reactor level of the vault and had given it to Landon for his 10th birthday. When Landon began his medical training, Jonas usually gave him some advice on how to better himself. Stanley and Officer Gomez were both rather friendly to Landon, often giving him a hand with certain tasks. Most times Landon would talk shop with Stanley, often trying to find the one new ways to improve the Pipboy. Officer Gomez often kept Landon from getting into much trouble with the Overseer, especially when Butch was involved. He had met a lot of good people in the vault for that he was happy.

To Landon, the biggest problem of the vault was the vault itself. It was almost created as if nothing would ever change. It was built around the philosophy that so long as you are here, nothing bad can happen to you. A false sense of security. After being around for almost 2 decades, it in itself had never changed; not for the better and not for the worst. To Landon, the vault had become so melancholy and boring, that it began to feel as though time itself was not flowing even though the Pipboy said otherwise.

Landon finished off the remaining vodka in his shot glass and put the cap back on the vodka bottle. Getting up off the couch in his living room, he opened the door to his bedroom, opened up his dresser, and stored the vodka bottle underneath one of his vault suits. After looking around the room to make sure everything was still in the order as when he came in, he got into his bed looked up, and thought to himself:

"Is this all my life is really going to be?"

He was hoping not. He no longer cared what; he wished that something would happen, something that would change this everyday routine, even if it was just a brief flash in time. Eventually his tiredness overcame him, and he found himself in a deep sleep, and dreaming that this underground "world" would change.

Asleep… and unaware that a pair of sorrowful but strong eyes were watching him through the bedroom window.


And that's the prologue. I know it isn't much, but i hope you like it.