(A/N: Fallout Shelter from Bethesda. Awesome game! I still play it as the overseer of my vault 777. That's right. For those who don't know, you play the role as an overseer of whatever vault you come up with and it's your job to make the residents of your vault happy and make sure they are safe from harm like raiders, mole rats and death claws. Be sure they work start gathering resources for the vault if they want to live and have them explore the wasteland to get weapons, outfits(be sure they are well equipped if you want them to live longer). Sounds simple right? Wrong. Dangers can occur randomly and you never know what's going to happen unless you expect it coming. Wow...I'm talking so much about the game I haven't even started the story. Hype is real. Anyway, this is a story for that awesome game and don't let the picture fool you. This game contains blood and gore, alcohol use, lemons and strong language. I don't own Fallout Shelter but my OCS from the game. The picture you see is me in the game.)

Chapter 1

(Dante's pov)

August 20, 2280. California

My name is Dante. I'm a Caucasian/Hispanic living at a vault called vault 777. I live with my mom and dad as I'm the only child in the family near the overseer's office. The overseer is another thing I should mention...he's my grandpa. He's a bit of...nut. the religious kind. Thankfully he is not a psycho like kill innocents for religious purpose but um...how do I say this...? He takes mutated animals and make them docile from a substance he made. They occasionally pass by the vault and would sometimes act as guards for the vault but would never hostile unless provoked. Sounds bullshit right? I wish it was.

Anyway, today I finished taking the G.O.A.T my teacher had me take so I can get a job in the vault and I see him with a smile on his face after he finished looking through my test.

"Physician. What an interesting job."

"A doctor?" I ask.

"Of course. You'll be God's lifesaver." Mr. Johnson said with a smile.

"Thanks. Something my dad can show me the ropes on doing." I smiled.

My dad is also a Physician. He learned medicine from my grandpa when dad was young. Not sure what dad's age at the time but he was young that's all I can say.

"Like father like son. Good luck on your new job and god bless you." He says.

"Thanks. You too, Mr. Johnson." I waved at him and went to my room.

I decided to do some studying on medicine when Mom shows up with a smile.

"Hello, Dante. How was the test?" She asks me.

"I get to become a physician like dad." I said as I looked at mom with a smile.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks. Where's dad?" I suddenly asked.

"He's talking to grandpa. I'm not sure he wants to be interrupted."

"But it's a big thing! I want to tell him that I'm getting the same job as him." I sighed.

"I know, sweetie, but-"

She didn't finished when dad shows up with a smile.

"Hey, son. Heard you're going to become a physician."

"Yeah, dad! I get to become a doctor like you!" I smiled at him.

"That's great, son. We'll start your job tomorrow and I'll show you how to use medicine." He said as he pat my shoulder.

Sounds fun, right? No. 4 years later was when things got really serious. One of our explorers came back with bite mark from a Gecko who gave the Explorer one hell of a radiation to the point where giving him rad-away was not going to help at all. So my father had to amputate the Explorer's arm cause his arm was getting into it's mutation stage in order to stop it from going through his entire body. It was not a pretty sight for me to see cause this was my first time seeing blood and seeing a limb cut off but I kept my composure and helped my dad on the operation. Dad had to replace the Explorer's arm with a synthetic one after doing some things to prevent blood loss as I just watched my Dad's handiwork.

"There. That should do it. John? Move your new arm so we can see if it works."

John moves his synthetic arm as I see that arm moving from the signal it's receiving from the brain.

"Good. Now get some rest. Next time, bring plenty of rad-aways and rad-x to prevent this happening again. Got it?" Dad says as he takes off his gloves.

"I will, Doc. That's your kid?"

"Yes. This is his first time doing this kind of operation so he's trying his best to be a better physician."

"Yeah? Wish him luck. It can be a nasty job." John said as he got on the bed.

He wasn't lying. It's a nasty job when taking care of patients.

"Your kid might be assigned to explore with the others. All he needs is some protection, some training and he is good to go." John said as he stretched a bit.

"Exploring?" I ask.

"John's team are more like scavengers but they explore ruins to find some materials and gear we need to survive. But it's a dangerous job to do cause of the mutated animals and raiders roaming around outside the vault."

"We don't take too long to get what we need so it's not all too risky...well...that's if we're lucky." John sighs.

"No kidding. A herd of Geckos? That's crazy...you're lucky you got here on time or you'd turn to a ghoul." My dad shuddered.

"Thank god too. Anyway...I got to go. My wife might need help on-"

"Oh no you don't. You need some rest. Too much stress is not good for the body." I said.

"You heard him. You explored for hours and need some rest. Wouldn't want you getting exhausted for working again." Dad said as he removed his surgeon mask.

"Okay, kid. If you insist. And hey...I'm looking forward to seeing you in the expedition team." John said with a smile as he walked to the elevator.

"Great job, son. We saved a patient from the blink of death."

"Is it okay if I become explorer like John?" I asked Dad.

"Well like John said, all you need is training and protection if you want to go out there in the wasteland. It's not safe there and an untrained explorer can be killed before he even knows it. John lost a friend of his cause of that mistake."

"Oh..."

"Don't worry, son. You'll get your chance to be with John...for now...it's best you stay in the vault." He said as he pat my shoulder.

"Okay, dad..." I sighed.