HELLO! IT is I, with a new story. Yes, I am in a Fallout freak. This is a reboot. If you read my stuff about a year ago, it sucked very badly. Now, it is time to reboot, Fallout: The Lone Wanderer. Not a creative title, but the content will be better. This is my most ambitious project to date. Longer chapters, shoot, this chapter might be longer than some stories I have written. At least five thousand words per chapter. Have a nice time reading!

Prologue

War. War never changes.

Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.

The world was a chaotic place. Humanity is the violent child of God, the product of sin and vice. The product of knowledge and humanity's curse and ability to adapt to any kind of situation.

War between different ideologies plagued the world before the destructive nature of man destroyed itself. Communism and democracy, two ideologies and ideas that would tear the world apart.

In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation.

But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.

In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in Vault 101. For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die.

Because, in Vault 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.


"I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will unto him that is the thirst of the fountain of the waters of life, freely."

-Revelations 21:6

Darkness. That was all the land was. The Capital Wasteland was enjoying yet another day of death and despair. Rolling black clouds started to appear from the east, coming from the black sea. The sound of gunfire and death was a common companion to the many people that inhabited the nation's former capital.

It was early in the morning, around six-thirty, when the sun started to show. Bright rays of orange broke through the canopy of clouds, basking the land in its warmth.

The road to the Jefferson Memorial was not an easy one. In Pre-War times, one would simply just take the metro to near the old aircraft carrier and walk from there, while others would simply step outside their apartments and houses to take a short walk to it. The Tidal Basin would be clear with water that was clean and pure. People would be going to the beach near the carrier and enjoying a quiet day.

But that was an old dream. An old world that was buried within the deep recesses of humanity's mistakes. Today, in the year 2277, in the month of October, on the day of the twenty-fifth, cries were heard, as war tore apart this formerly quiet area.

Now, instead of curious visitors in the rotunda, were squads of men in jet black power armor, wearing helmets that curved black horns and demonic yellow eyes. Instead of the openness that was custom to the Memorial, a giant force field, colored blue as the sky above, blocked anyone that wasn't wearing the armor of the squads, or were approved by them, from entering.

A robot, standing over forty feet tall, colored grey as the mountains that were in the north, with arms that had massive cannons attached to it. A red star was painted on the grey paintjob, the words UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE, painted below in black lettering. Car sized mini-nukes were strapped to its back, and it seemed it had a power pack on its back, powering the great monster that was currently advancing towards the Memorial and the giant force field that encircled it.

"RED COMMUNISTS HAVE ENGAGED AMERICAN FORCES. THREAT ASSESSMENT. SEVENTY-THREE POWER ARMORED TROOPS. POSSIBILITY OF HINDRANCE?" It asked in a robotic voice that was coated with patriotism.

"ZERO PERCENT!" It yelled with great ferocity before crossing a bridge that connected the Jefferson Memorial to the Washington D.C mainland.

"Attack pattern Alpha-Omega Three!" yelled a men dressed in the jet black power armor, firing a strange weapon that let out a laser that streaked towards the robot at several times the speed of sound. The laser just added another scorch mark to the armor of the robot, who responded by firing a stream of energy that was colored blue. The energy shot impacted on the man, melting his armor and killing him instantly, by cooking himself alive in the power armor.

Behind the robot were several people in steel grey power armor. Wearing armor of the Old World America and painted with the insignia of a cog, two wings on the side of it and a golden sword in the middle.

The symbol of hope and safety in the Wasteland. It was the flag of the Capital chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, the major power in the region, and now fighting to take back control of the Jefferson Memorial.

Leading them was a woman, a woman that had pale configuration, blonde hair that was as golden as the sun, tied in a ponytail, and was firing her own weapon, a laser rifle that was the same as the man that had been boiled alive. Behind her were her personal squad.

Lyon's Pride. They were the best shock troopers in the Wasteland, with access to many weapons and armor that the ordinary Paladin or Knight didn't. Wearing T-51b Power Armor, the greatest power armor that the Old World American Government had ever created, they were the symbol of the Capital Wasteland.

But in front of them was a kid. A wanderer of a sorts. In his hands was an assault rifle, the same ones that the Americans used during their war with China. Strapped to his back was a sniper rifle, it mint condition, while a sawed off shotgun was strapped to his side and a .44 revolver with a scope was in his holster. Wearing armor that ordinary soldiers of the United States used to wear before the Great War, it was colored winter grey, with a face mask pulled over his nose and mouth. He was like a post-apocalyptic hero, a soldier from days gone past.

Two opposing ideologies. One that the Wasteland was a mutated hellhole that needed to be purified. That anyone that wasn't them was to die for their mutations that they didn't have control of. The idea of an old government that would be made renew in the Capital. Born from the ashes of the murders of thousands, this New Republic would do the same to countless others, until only pure humans were the only inhabitants left on the mainland.

The other was that the people of the Wasteland deserved a chance. To live. To have their lives lived out as they see fit. As traders, as people, not as sheep lead to a slaughter. The fundamental idea that the people could be saved. That restoring peace and prosperity to a land disfigured by war and death, can be once more, free and prosperous.

"PRIDE! Form up on the Wanderer! Dusk, give me a corridor! Take care of those flanks!" the blonde woman yelled. Red ruby lasers were firing, narrow beams that just scorched the metal of the armor of the robot, while green balls of plasma were traveling much slower than the laser beams of light, doing the same amount of damage to the armor like the lasers.

"On it Sentinel. Just give me a moment..." a woman said back, before falling back to a large rock outcrop that was located just outside of the bridge. A sniper rifle, chambered to fire .308, was in her hands as she climbed the outcrop with ease.

Dusk was the sniper of Lyon's Pride and one of the best, if not the best, in the whole Brotherhood. Two black power armored soldiers were trying to flank the advancing Pride, firing their weapons, laser beams erupting from their rifles, as they took cover in the black rocks.

"Huh, smart bastards. Well, let me just make sure they pay for their smartness..." and she pulled the trigger of her rifle, letting the recoil being taken care by the power armor's advanced strength. One of the black armored soldiers was concentrated on firing, while another paused to reload. She smiled before placing her sights on the reloading one, letting her rifle bark with excitement.

The demonic eyes did little to protect from the .308 armor piercing round from doing its job. The round punched right through the helmet, forcing its way into the brain and out the other side, the shot taking advantage of the thinner armor that inhabited that particular area. Blood, brain matter, and fluids leaked out the pierced helmet, while circuits fried because of the shot.

"One smug Enclave bastard down," Dusk muttered to herself, before placing her sights on the other one. But before she could pull her trigger, two shots rang out, and the Enclave sergeant fell down, his hands going to his head, as if he was trying to claw the bullets out from his throat, raw screams that were more like gurgles. Another shot rang out, and the Enclave soldier was finally silenced, a bullet to the head.

"Smug Vault bastard," she cursed to herself.

The robot had advanced, the ground shuttering and shaking as the massive weight of the robot brought fear to the hearts of the Enclave soldiers that were holding the area. But soon, one looked up, pausing from firing his weapon, letting it cool for just the instant.

It was a Whump-whump-whump sound of a rotor, coming from the north, passing the broken bow of the old aircraft carrier. Colored as black as the night and heralding the insignia of thirteen stars in a circle around a broad E. The insignia of hope for the Enclave soldiers that were being decimated by the Lyon's Pride and the giant robot. Two rotors that start to turn, rotating up, letting the vehicle hover above the death-stricken soldiers. A VB-02 Vertibird, the transportation miracle of the Enclave. It was practically the only mode of air transportation in the Capital Wasteland, if one does not count being launched in the air by a super mutant.

"Yeah, give Liberty Prime hell!" the soldier yelled to the black aircraft that was currently hovering above the Memorial. As if to answer him, a swathe of lasers erupted from the aircraft, peppering the giant robot with fire. Streaks of missiles exited from the pods on the aircraft's wings, traveling towards its target with deadly efficiency. This would have been enough to take large groups of Talon Company mercenaries, Super Mutants, and even a small town.

But when the smoke cleared from the missiles exhaust and impacted on the robot, the soldiers, expecting scrap metal and a broken enemy, saw the massive robot come out unscathed, only a few more scorch marks evident, of where the missiles and lasers had impacted.

"COMMUNIST AIRCRAFT DETECTED! ACTIVATING ANTI-AIR PROTCOL NINER-NINER-ZERO!" the robot shrilled and the laser from its eye that had engulfed the first soldier that dared fire on him, was redirected to the Vertibird.

"Oh shi-" came the last words of the pilot before the aircraft was engulfed in blue lasers, taking out the fuel cells and overloading the nuclear reactor that served as the aircraft's source of power. As the aircraft exploded, black scorched parts from the aircraft started to rain down on the Enclave positions, as if God was punishing them with fire once more.

The robot, which was christened Liberty Prime, soon crossed the remainder of the bridge, just in front of the force field section that was blocking Lyon's Pride from entering. Liberty Prime paused for just a moment, as if scanning the object that was preventing the liberation of the facility.

"OBSTRUCTION DETECTED, COMPOSITION: TITANIUM ALLOWY SUPPLEMENTED BY PHOTONIC RESONANCE BARRIER. PROBABILTY OF HINDRANCE? ZERO PERCENT!" Liberty Prime bellowed, before forcing his gigantic hands into the force field, letting the sizzling electricity course through his robotic body. He went to one knee, as if he was praying, before his mechanical legs drove themselves up, and his lasers went to work, destroying groups of Enclave soldiers easily.

The Enclave, who had started out this phase of the Battle for the Memorial with over seventy men, had been reduced to about forty. With the sniper support from Dusk decimating any Enclave soldier that tried to flank the advancing robot and the Pride, the Brotherhood of Steel Paladins and Knights were already across the bridge, in cover behind an old series of sandbags that was arrayed to stand an assault from the sea, if it was attacked that way. Sentinel Sarah Lyons had them formed in a semi-circle with her in the middle in order to have their attention.

"Alright Pride, Liberty Prime should be able to mop up the rest of the Enclave soldiers easily," she paused; as if to prove her point, a jet black power armored leg landed right next to her, still smoking from the laser blast that had bisected its owner.

"The Wanderer and I will enter the building from the Gift Shop," she said, poking her head and pointing to the Memorial. You have to secure the surrounding area. Gallows should be on the roof by now," and the Pride looked to the roof of the Memorial, to see another Enclave soldier fall to his death. The cries escaping from the throat from the soldier seemed to be from a movie. Soon, a Brotherhood of Steel soldier appeared on the roof, his laser rifle blasting, beams of light being emitted.

"There is Gallows. Alright Pride, you know what you have to do. Make sure any Vertibirds you find, keep them intact. We got some initiates back at the Citadel that would benefit from some real life experience. Pride, Move OUT!" she ordered and the well oiled machine that was Lyon's Pride leapt from cover, firing their rifles, beams of lasers coming from the ones with laser rifles; a mini-gun was whining up, 5mm armor piercing bullets chewing up the ground and Enclave soldiers, some of them bouncing off the black jet armor. A missile streaked over, engulfing an Enclave soldier in an explosion of dirt and death. Smoke was everywhere, death was the constant companion of the men fighting for their beliefs.

The man in the winterized combat armor was slowing, his rifle being fired in bursts of three. One burst would target the head, another would target the chest, and the last would find itself hitting the helmet once more. One Enclave soldier burst from a fortification, a smaller version of a chainsaw in his right hand, revving up to kill him. In two bounds, the soldier had reached the Wanderer.

The Enclave soldier's ripper sliced through the cold morning air, sparks flying from the ripper as the teeth started to rev once more. The Wanderer rolled out of the attack, before unsheathing his shotgun, firing the double triggers, an explosion of buckshot forcing the soldier back. Popping two new shells into the shotgun, he fire once more, punching through thinner neck armor of the jet black power armor.

The soldier dropped the ripper to the ground, the smell of electricity and oil coming from it, as he clutched his neck, as he fell to his knees. Blood started to flow from his neck, little rivers of red running down his pristine armor.

"Yoooouuu...willlll...never win," the soldier coughed, his voice a whisper as he tried in vain to stop the bleeding. The Wanderer just reloaded quickly before placing the muzzle of the shotgun against the helmet, and fired. The soldier slumped, his life force gone and his being passed into the void.

"Lets go!" Lyons screamed, before pumping another soldier full of lasers, the red beams slicing through a weak point in the joints between the arm and the shoulder. The soldier screamed before he was silenced by a another beam of laser, killing him instantly.

The Wanderer nodded silently, before using his augmented strength to kick the door in, his assault rifle blazing fire. The hall that was connected to the rotunda was quiet and eerie. The air was musty as the assault rifle clicked empty. The Wanderer paused before grabbing another magazine and ejected the empty magazine, and slammed another one home. He grabbed the empty one from off the ground and put it into a pouch on his armor, intending on filling it with 5.56 rounds when he got back home.

Whatever home was.

He pulled back the charging bolt before sweeping the hallway, before he gave a thumbs-up.

"Wanderer, I'll take point. You provide some covering fire when I enter the room," pointing to the intersecting part of the hallway that lead into another section of the Jefferson Memorial. He nodded his affirmation, before taking cover behind the wall. He then peeked around, only to receive a powerful kick to the head.

The Wanderer reeled back and before Lyons could do anything, plasma and laser fire erupted from the room that lead to the rotunda, pinning her down. She quickly took cover behind some rubble, firing her laser rifle back, beams striking the double doors that lead to the room and scything through the air, hoping to catch at least one of the Enclave bastards.

The Wanderer tried to get up, but he was soon slammed into the ground by another swift kick to his chest. He had the air knocked out of his lungs. Standing in front of him was an officer, wearing a grey suit and a grey hat that had the insignia of the Enclave on it.

"You are an impure specimen, not cut out to live with us. You will die, just like your father did, by Colonel Autumn's hand. But, no I will kill you now, and let all of the Wasteland know, that Captain Williams sent you to your doom," the officer said, before coughing. His skin was a lot paler than the white skin of Lyons, due to him being underground most of his life.

"Any last words?" the officer asked, pointing a plasma pistol at him. The green energy in the gun seemed to laugh at the Wanderer.

"Dogmeat."

The officer looked at him confused. His eyes darted to the side, but as he did, a powerful set of jaws clamped around his throat, tearing into it. The officer did not live to see his mistake and as his life force leaked out of his throat, a blue and green eye appeared, a panting noise, and licking.

"Good boy Dogmeat. Now stay. I have to do this by myself," the Wanderer cooed to the dog, who whined, voicing his displeasure at his master and friend going into battle against a superior force.

"Let me accompany you my friend. Let us do battle against the evils that is the Wasteland!" a guttural voice said in the darkness beside Dogmeat. The German Shepard and his master looked up, to see a massive figure, standing almost ten feet tall, with yellow-greenish skin. The figure's muscles were bulging, much bigger than a human's. The head was hairless, red veins evident everywhere on the body. His body was covered by a torn vault suit, tattered and stained with blood.

This figure was one of the infamous super mutants. But instead of the bloodlust and the cries of "DIE HUMAN", this super mutant was one of the smartest and one of the more deadlier ones. For this super mutant was Fawkes, the philosopher of the super mutant race on the East Coast.

"Let us go then. To arms Fawkes. Fix Bayonets," he said to Fawkes and the massive super mutant nodded in agreement. The super mutant had a large battery pack, that was attached to a large cannon that fired rapid lasers out if it. In his hands was a Gatling Laser, a weapon that Fawkes used to combat evil.

"Let us little brother. Death to the murderers!" the Super Mutant bellowed. As he did so, Sarah Lyons was still under fire, though it was slackening as her laser fire was accurate and deadly, opposed to the fire that was just passing over her. She lifted her rifle above her head and fired a trio of beams, striking the armored breastplate of another Enclave soldier, making fall to the ground as he clutched his scorched armor.

"Little Brother! I will lead the way!" Fawkes cried out, before entering the room. Instead of two humans dressed in power armor and combat armor, the Enclave saw a massive super mutant enter the room, lasers scything the air and scorching the ground. The sandbags served their purpose, shielding them from the majority of the fire that was being emitted from the Gatling Laser, though one was bisected in half by the volleys of lasers that were erupting from the massive laser machinegun.

"You are going to pay dearly for what you did to me!" Fawkes shouted, sending shivers of fear down the Enclave soldiers backs. One of them popped from behind cover, only to met with a hail of automatic fire and he slumped dead, his helmet pumped full of lead.

"I must use violence to erase evil! I must have a calm heart!" Fawkes shouted again, spewing off lines from poetry as he cut down another Enclave soldier in half. The Wanderer advanced behind him, firing bursts of 5.56 into the room, catching some of the Enclave unaware, though the group of seven soldiers that remained were waiting for the inevitable reload.

Fawkes continue to pour fire, but soon, the Gatling Laser clicked empty. He cursed silently, before back pedaling, reloading as he went. His stomps were powerful and the seven remaining soldiers ran forward, vaulting over their sandbags as they tried to rush the retreating super mutant.

Only to run right through a minefield of plasma.

The plasma mines detonated, faint beeps the only indication that they were there, waiting for the Enclave to rush forward. The mushroom cloud of plasma boiled the men alive in their armor, the fiery cloud sweeping over the seven that tried to cut down the super mutant. They died a horrendous death, and the sickly smell of burnt flesh and armor was present throughout the room.

"Lets go Wanderer, into the Rotunda!" Lyons yelled as she pointed to a door on the side. It was the door that lead to the Rotunda, the middle of the Jefferson Memorial and the whole reason why the Brotherhood of Steel had attacked the Memorial in the first place.

Project Purity. The project that promised clean and purified water to the people of the Wasteland, allowing for the region to prosper. Population, no more have having to worry about clean water, and in a span of a few months or years, food, which would allow for a population boom to happen. This is what the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel were fighting for. A chance for a new future in the ashes and remains of the Capital.

"Busting through the door to stop a madman from destroying everything my father worked on to save this Wasteland? This is what I signed up for," the Wanderer muttered. The voice was cold and it had no mercy in it. His eyes locked onto the Rotunda door, wanting to bust through it and destroy the man that had killed his father.

He would show no mercy for the man that had ruined his life. That had destroyed the last bastion of humanity left in his soul. He would kill him the same way his father had died. In the control room of Project Purity.

He kicked the door in, his assault rifle pointed towards the center of the room.

The Rotunda was a massive room, with a statue of Thomas Jefferson in the middle, surrounded by a glass installation that housed equipment that was necessary for the running of the project. Two ramps lead to the control room, and posters of Enclave propaganda dotted the walls. Pictures of Enclave soldiers with small children, a man in a suit looking off towards the future.

It was sickening. And standing in the middle was the man that had killed his father. The man that had destroyed his entire life. Dressed in a tan trench coat that had the insignia of the Enclave, his greying hair cut short in a buzz cut, and holding a laser pistol in his right hand, was Colonel Augustus Autumn.

The commander of the Enclave forces in the Washington D.C area.

"You again!" the Colonel said with venom. Standing besides him were two of his personal guard, wearing the same sleek jet black power armor all Enclave soldiers wore. One of them had a mini-gun, the other a plasma rifle.

"Yes me again," the Wanderer shot back, with equal hate and venom in his voice.

"I can't say I'm surprised. You and your ilk seemed hell bent on destroying everything our government had worked for," Autumn said easily.

"There is nothing stopping me to kill now. Let's end this."

The Wanderer looked at the Colonel. He resisted urge to raise his rifle and blow the man away, but his father's teachings came into practice. Peace before trying to kill someone.

"We don't have to fight," the Wanderer said through gritted teeth. He had to offer the Colonel chance to surrender, otherwise he would be forced to enjoy killing the man.

"You don't have to. Just stand there and it will be all the less painful for you," the Colonel said with a venomous smile. His two guards chuckled at the little "joke".

"The Enclave is finished. We just carved through seventy of your fellow soldiers, not to mention the ten that were just blown to bits outside. You think your Enclave can stand the might of the Brotherhood of Steel?" Sarah Lyons cut in. The Wanderer smiled as the Colonel faltered a little, before he regained his composure.

"I beg to differ. The Enclave is at the height of its power. Once this facility is operational, the masses will flock to the Enclave for water, protection, and a plan for the future," the Colonel retorted.

"What masses? With your madman of a president that is willing to kill everyone in the Wasteland that is just a little mutated, just for the pure? How many will die? Thousands Colonel? Are the blood of thousands of innocents really worth to follow Eden's orders?" asked Sarah Lyons.

"Raven Rock will never fall and the President is right in most of his judgments. I will not allow you to try and stop him," the Colonel retorted.

"Raven Rock did fall. If you paused to look out the window of your Vertibird before you left the area, you would know that Raven Rock, at least the upper levels of the base, have been leveled. Dozens of your men are dead and your precious machine of a president destroyed," the Wanderer shot back harshly. His voice was like a bullet, cutting into Colonel Autumn.

"The American people are worth fighting for. The future of the Wasteland must be secured. I will not let you stand in the way of that."

"You'll die before you realize your dream is just that. A dream. A dream that old men before the war cooked up, in order to continue the old order that brought this great nation down on its knees, Colonel. We do not need bloodshed. Surrender, and we will allow you and your men safe passage out of the Jefferson Memorial and allow you to take a Vertibird. Make contact with another outpost, do something else. You will die if you continue your stubbornness Colonel," the Wanderer said, though his voice was cold, his purpose wasn't. His teachings from his father, the daily readings with him, taught him the meaning of forgiveness.

"And what would you have me do? Let you destroy everything I have worked on? Let you destroy it all?" the Colonel asked with distress in his tone.

"Just walk away. I forgive you for killing my father. Its not to late to just walk away."

"And you would not just shoot me in the back if I do? How do I know that you won't do it?" he then paused.

"I suppose you just have to trust me not to do it."

"I suppose it doesn't matter now. Very well, I will leave you to your fate," the Colonel said sadly. His men looked at him with surprise.

"Sergeant, contact the rest of the men in the tunnels. Tell them to regroup outside, unarmed. We are leaving," the Colonel said, trying not to break down.

"To where sir?" the Sergeant asked.

"To Chicago. There is nothing left for us here. I will not be caught here when the Brotherhood begin their offensive. They have proven they have the mettle to rebuild this land into a great nation," the Colonel said and the Sergeant nodded, before falling back behind the Colonel. They marched behind the man and exited the Rotunda.

The Wanderer sighed. He looked up at the ceiling and just sighed. Sadness filled his being. His bloodlust went away, his notions for revenge gone. He just wanted to sit down. The battle for his father's work was over. He could rest now.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you let him go. Its amazing that the world had not just beaten out the forgiveness out of you," Sarah Lyons joked, before placing an armored glove on his hand.

"Just better hope that it doesn't bite you in the ass later," she said a moment later. The Wanderer laughed, bitterly and without remorse. He did hope that he never had to see Autumn later. He would not extend his mercy another time.

"Lets get this place locked down," she suggested and the Wanderer agreed. As the two were about to do that, a voice came over the intercom, this voice belonging to a middle aged Asian woman.

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? This is Doctor Li! There is something wrong with the purifier! Please, somebody answer!" she yelled frantically over the intercom.

"I have been monitoring the equipment remotely and we have a serious problem. The facility has sustained severe damage during the fighting. Some of it seems intentional, most of it seems like it was from accidents. There's pressure building up in the holding tanks. It needs to be released now, or the whole facility is going to blow!"

"To release the pressure, the purifier needs to activated now. You hear me? NOW! If you don't, all of our work will be for naught!"

"If I'm reading this right, then the control room has lethal amounts of radiation. I'm sorry, I wish there was another way, but it needs to be activated now, otherwise the results will be catastrophic. Again, I am sorry. I wish you the best of luck Carter. I am sorry for everything," and the line went dead. Sarah looked at the Wanderer with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, there goes the celebrations. One of us needs to go in there now and the person that does, will not be coming back. Not exactly how I imagined going out you know? I thought I was going to live until the age of eighty, just like my father," she joked, trying to draw attention from the whole 'activate the purifier now or risk destroying everything your father worked for' thing.

"So what should we do? Draw straws?" she asked the Wanderer.

"I'll do it. I'll start the purifier. It was started by my father. This should be finished by the son. He was Alpha. I am Omega," the Wanderer said cryptically. The Sentinel looked at him with friendly eyes.

"I won't forget what you did here. No one will. Thank you," she said. The door leading to the control room them slid open and he stepped in, hesitation non-existent in his steps. He walked with confidence as the second door slid open. A blaring alarm started, signaling the amount of pressure was building. The Geiger counter of his Pipboy cackled as he entered and he looked back.

Dogmeat with his sad eyes and whimpering.

Fawkes with his wise eyes and his stoic composure.

Sarah with her friendly eyes and her sad smile.

He looked at the activation console. Numbers were there. With his gloved hand, he picked the code.

I am Alpha and Omega...

He punched in two, letting the cool metal radiate radiation. He was at peace as he thought of his life in the vault. His first steps when he was one. His birthday party and the ruined cake. Amata, his best friend, his partner in crime. Butch, his bully turned partner in the Wastelands after being kicked out of the vault. His G.O.A.T testing. And his escape.

The beginning and the end.

He punched in one. Memories of his first days out in the wastes, stumbling into Megaton.

I will unto him that is the thirst of the fountain of the waters of life, freely.

And then he punched in six. The purifier had been activated. His father's life work was now a reality. Clean water would now be free for the Capital Wasteland. The Waters of Life had been activated, taking the purifier back had been a tax on his abilities.

He felt the radiation sweep over him. A swirl of green energy started to pick up in the Rotunda, contained by the control room. He started to sway, not hearing the panicked words of Sarah and Fawkes, and the barking of Dogmeat.

He fell to the ground, the cool metal a welcome comfort. He dug deep into his heart, as he locked onto an image of his father. He felt truly at peace, knowing that he was about to die.

But...fate, had other plans for the boy.

Alright cut. LONGEST CHAPTER I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. Almost six thousand words. This is the prologue. I will be starting the next chapter in the exact same place, but at a different location. Loose novelization, though the basic plot is still the king. Next chapter, maybe later next week. Maybe. Anyway, the next chapter of Vengeance from the Grave will be release tomorrow, and the other fallout stories will be next. Soon. Again, thanks to the large amount of support I have on this site, and a huge shoutout to eaglescorch and CyberJordan, two authors that inspired me to use the creativity that exist in this world. A huge shoutout to Fight Goes On and The Wandering Pair of Vault 101. These are huge inspirations to my Lone Wanderer that I am writing about. You guys are great. Anyways, this Author's Note will end.

This is Three Dog and I am your voice in the darkness...or at least the radiation.