A/N: Hey everybody, this is my VERY first fan fiction and Fallout happens to be one of my all time favorite games so...it's going to be about Fallout! Here's a little personal disclaimer: I am not the best at punctuation and maybe small spelling errors here and there so no need to point me out on that. (Point me out on improvement in the story though)
Prologue
War...war never changes.
Mass hysteria and panic engulfed the world on the fall of 2077. A fight for fuel and resources triggered what was known as the Great war...and the final war.
What used to be America became a barren wasteland; inhabited by what the radiation left behind.
Cities and monuments still stood, and would soon become settlements for the remainder of humanity. But before the worlds end, the wide use of vaults were used to protect and preserve pre-war America, courtesy of vault-Tec. These underground vaults provided food and shelter, everything a person needs to survive, generation after generation.
But a darker side dwelled within these vaults. What they thought protected them turned out to be a grim social experiment, meant for government study.
Nobody was safe. Inside or out.
Because war...war never changes...
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Chapter 1: Vault life
My name is Blake, and someday, i will take the Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test.
Ever since i was five, mother and father have been preparing me for this day, well...that was before they got transferred to the sub-terminal level of the vault. They deal with our vault's heaters, generators, and the most important, the water chip.
You see, our vault is very complex. Different areas such as the diner have stored power that it collects from various sources, like the sub-terminal level my parents work at now; the generators transfer power to sections of the vault, and those sections donate a little of it's power to the next section and so on. It helps prevent a complete power outage; say if the playground ran out of power, all we would have to do is move to the diner, or the foyer which still has power stored! (don't worry, this will have it's importance sooner or later).
But anyway, back to the General Occupational Aptitude Test, or G.O.A.T. for short. This test determines your life's destiny in the vault, and it's taken when your sixteen. Mother and father had always nagged me about it, they want me to be just like them, a spaz!
I never had the courage to actually tell them though (they'd probably give me a good shocking if i did). But don't judge me by my knowledge on how the vault works, we were all taught this at a very young age i mean, I'm only ten! We were all raised to be spazes like the grown ups and it's ticking me off! Though, there are few of us that stick to the old ways... Before the overseer implemented us to know everything; he thinks we must "know" how to speak every language, he wants us to "know" the pothagriam theorem, he wants us to "know" every last scripture of the Bible, he wants us to know everything...
This is where it began...
The fluorescent lighting of class "A" blinded me, as it did every day. It was the same routine,
Sit down
Recite the pledge
Lecture
Work
Lunch
Repeat the pledge
Do more work
Recess
Come back
Repeat the pledge
Go home.
We all had our vault jumpsuits fitted tight or endure a shocking from Mrs. Clank. My blonde hair was cut short, to the tip of my forehead as it should be. I sat next to my closest friends: Jeremiah and Carl.
Jeremiah was a taller, olive-skinned boy, while Carl was a shorter ginger. We go way back.
We...even, had a little gang thing going on. We called ourselves the "Good Fighters", why? Because one morning after a sleep over, our Pip-Boys picked up a radio signal other than the vault PA system, and the radio announcer was talking wildly about, "fighting the good fight." Talking about how equality and freedom was the way to go; he spoke how being told how to live was not in human nature. Jeremiah, Carl, and I couldn't help but agree. Not to long from then, we deemed ourselves the "Good Fighters" and came in my room every night to listen to the station (my room was the only room that got the signal for some reason).
"Hello class"
"Good morning Mrs. Clank" the class responded all at once.
They sat down.
"Before I begin, the announcements will start in 0.50 seconds."
the class patiently awaited for the intercom to ring...
A small bell alerted us that the announcements where starting.
The friendly protectron we heard every morning began it's pre-recorded speech, it's voie raspy like every protectron, "Good morning, vault fifty, eight. Please, stand, for the pledge...of allegiance...I pledge..."
And there's the start of our day, do your pledge and studies, the repeat. No freedon, no free time.
There was always something to do...
A/N: Yeah i know it's short, but it will continue and with some help i can add more detail and length to the story. (remember this is my first story so think of it as a prototype...) Any suggestions or improvement? PM me if you want.