Prologue
A few hundred years ago, a spark of fire and ash spread all around the world and in less than an hour, nearly wiped out all life as we know it. Nuclear missiles ran across the sky along them bringing megatons of a unmerciful death wave that would take millions of lives instantly, and will take millions of more sooner or later. If you lived in the ocean. far from the explosions, You would see the missiles fly above your head. and even see the explosions themselves.
Luckily for me, my ancestors were from the good 'ol U-S of A! oh yeah, the country that was "winning" the war. The US was the appearently the only nation prepared for the war by building these giant underground bunkers that people can live one really knows why the war broke out, something about resources? I dunno.
Anyways, my ancestors may have been important people or something because they were invited to live in these giant underground nuclear bomb shelters called "Vaults" that only people with invitation could live in before the bombs dropped. These vaults can be as big as cities, or small as villages.
Huh, imagine being denied a invite to the vault " We're sorry, your ass isn't important enough to reserve a spot in our giant bomb shelters! Have a happy end of the world dickface!"
Im getting off topic... My name is Ken Mierson. Citizen 121865 of Vault Omega26 B-Class "Security Guard"
22 years ago I was born in this Vault...
10 years ago I was told my father who I never knew is dead.
4 years ago I was made a Security Guard
Yesterday was just an average day in the Vault
Tomorrow will change my life forever.