Chapter 1 Memories
Two as I start to input the code into the purifier I can't help but think where it all began the beginning of my journey months of travel, pain physical and emotional, and fighting for my very survival. I know I wasn't born in the vault like my father told me, I've found enough of his old holotapes in this place to know I was born here in the wasteland. I was raised in the vault a place I call home or did anyway Vault 101. It's the memories of that home the people there and in the wastes of America's capital Washington, D.C. that I think of now at this moment. Memories of how I got to here the end of my months long journey.
A ten year old boy with a fair white complexion, chestnut brown hair, and steel colored eyes that could pierce a person's soul named Douglas was just getting out of bed on the day of his 10th birthday getting dressed in his blue and yellow Vault 101 jumpsuit, while rubbing the sleep from his "Stupid jumpsuits I hate snug fitting cloths why can't they be baggier?" It was around this train of thought he noticed the distinct lack of noise in his and his father's apartment within the vault. "Dad? You home?" Hearing no reply he proceeded to walk out of his room of the apartment into the living room, a short look around and he located a letter on the end table by the door.
"Douglas when you wake up make your way down to the diner Love Dad."
Discarding the letter into the trash he finished getting dressed in his uncomfortably snug suit and made his way out the door. "What could dad want to meet at the diner for, kind of early for lunch isn't it?" Making the short walk to the vault's diner he opened the door to darkness only to be blasted by light like the surface of the sun hearing a group yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Clutching his eyes from the intrusive light he could hear Officer Gomez one of the vaults security guards scolding Stanley the vaults mechanic for turning the lights on to fast "Hehe sorry kiddo". His sight returning to him he could make out his best friend Amata and his father James at the head of the pack. "Happy Birthday son you're 10 years old already… If only your mother was here to see you now she'd be-" just then the overseer of the vault interrupted "Happy Birthday now that you're 10 years old you can start to take on responsibilities around the vault and in honor of this I'm presenting you with this Pipboy 3000." He muttered in his typical holier-than-thou attitude. "Get used to it…" Then turned and left with not another word "Jerk…. Still I've been waiting to get this since I turned 8." With that he put the bracer glove on his left hand and mounted the forearm sized computer to his arm hugged his father and went over to his friend Amata pleasantly surprised.
"Happy Birthday! We really got you didn't we" Amata said smugly happy that she managed to catch Douglas off guard meanwhile hiding his gift behind her back. "Thanks Amata I hope you know I'm gona get you back for this I was genuinely surprised." He noticed her smug look she was definitely pleased with herself. "You're welcome I told your dad we could get you this time around, but anyway I bet you can't guess what I got you. Go on try and guess!" He thought for a moment what she could have gotten him giving up after a couple of seconds. "I don't know what is it" He asked teasingly waiting for an answer "I got another one on you you're slipping it's a comic I know how you love them." It was a Grognak the Barbarian comic issue 4 practically undamaged, and when he opened the comic he found a picture he and Amata had taken a few months back of them. "Wow Amata this is awesome, How did you get ahold of this?" he exclaimed stunned. "A girls gotta have her secrets come on let's go get some cake." As the friends went over to the bar where the cake was the vaults robot Andy said for everyone to gather it's time to cut the cake. "Wait wait Andy" Stanley said but it was too late as the bot used his buzz saw not only cutting the cake but obliterating it. "Oh nooo" Amata exclaimed.
As I think back it's what followed 9 years later being forced from home in fear for my life, into this harsh world. Walking out the entrance to the cave the vault was in the light was so much brighter so much harsher than that party .It feels like a hundred years when in reality just a few months ago I was safe and happy in my home. I felt lost and alone, scared i had no idea what awaited me in the wastes of America's capital.
Authors note: this is my first story ever and I intend on continuing hope you the reader enjoy and please do review good or bad I want constructive criticism to help me improve as a writer and to help me write the series. Thank you from me to you.
Special thanks to Wolfboywarrior and his I'm assuming his cause you know boy in the name his story Wasteland Ghost your story has inspired me to put my years of memories of fallout 3 to paper well data anyway you get the point if you read this Thank you for the inspiration.