Dec 8, 2275,
Today was the worst day in Vault 88 history. It started out alright, nothing special. Around lunchtime, when everyone was in the diner, the Vault shook, like there was an earthquake or something. Smoke started coming out through the vents and the doors to the Reactor Level. Security and residents rushed down there to see what had happened, most of us guessed at a reactor blow out because of the earthquake. We didn't expect what had actually happened.
The ceiling in one of the empty storage rooms had caved in, light was pouring in, brighter than the Vault lighting. Then, one by one, around twenty people dropped into the room. These were nothing like I had ever seen, there skin was dirty, their hair was spiked and uncontrolled, their clothing had small spikes on it too, one person's even had severed hands attached, and as soon as they had all landed, one of them drew a weapon and opened fire at one of the security guards. Everyone panicked, and as soon as the first person reached the door, it started to close. I knew I wouldn't make it, so I ran to the first one I could and grabbed his gun, the guy was strong, but a guard took him out with his baton.
I started aiming, and I saw them dragging people back up through the hole on the ceiling. I fired the gun, this was the first time I had fired a gun, and I hit him in the leg, the guy was floored. I emptied the clip blindly after that, and saw about four more down in a pool of blood.
They left after that, shouting and hooting, and the light that filled the room dimmed, they had sealed up how they got through. The Overseer's voice came over the PA system, we all had to gather in the diner for a register, and security took the injured guy to be interrogated.
It turned out that twelve of us were missing. The other eleven I couldn't care about, but they had taken Erika. My best friend, the only reason I really stayed in this steel prison. I remember storming over to where they were interrogating the invader and punching him repeatedly, telling him to tell me where he took her. He laughed at me, telling me that he has accepted pain as an ally. Security dragged me to the Overseer after that. He told me to forget about the people kidnapped and get on with my life. I told him where he can shove it.
As I write this I promise that I will spend the rest of my life trying to get out this Vault and find her, and the rest of them.
Jason Roberts
Vault 88
That was five years ago. I held true to the promise I made in that diary entry, my last entry. I spent every day trying to persuade the Overseer and the security officers to either let me out of the front door or try digging out of the room the people came in last time, and every effort was futile. I spent every other moment practicing with weapons; I wanted to be ready when I got out there. I had persuaded the Overseer to install an intercom outside the door, my plan was to run out, but the Overseer foresaw this.
My break came though, on June 4, 2280, when a voice came over the intercom.