Cahill: medic/engineer (9mm pistol, Crowbar.)

Nathan: Sniper/ close quarters (Anti-material rifle, machete.)

Tyson: melee/traps (super-heated plasma blade.)

Ethan: Gun nut. (Katana, mp5 compact.)

Matthew: Lock picker/ Survivalist (10mm pistol, combat knife.)

Ricardo: Heavy guns (Mini-gun, rocket launcher.)

Liam: Raider/ Assault rifle pro. (Assault Carbine.)

Cain: Interrogator/ creepy (Yao gui glove)

Fallout: Knotted beginnings, lose ends.

By {Insert name here}

PROLUGE

Hello, if you're reading this then I'm probably dead. I'm Cahill, I am an engineer and medic for the current group I'm with. The story of my probable death starts back years ago, when I was first born. I know it's a cliché but there's no place back better to start then the start. I was born inside a huge underground bomb shelter known as a Vault, now this Vault I was born and raised in was known as Vault 78, it's real purpose was no secret; it was a tourist shelter, made to protect different national races and preserve their culture's. I was descended from many different races, (Mainly because over two-hundred years of evitable in breeding.) My father was an Irish maintenance worker that my mum would refer to as Ted. He was a drunk. He wasn't the wife beating angry drunk that most people would think, he was the goofy idiot drunk that my mother took care of and loved. He died when I was about two and a half, falling into the water purifier and drowning. My mother was an Australian nurse who taught me all I needed to know about medicine and passed down her Australian accent and looks. Her name was Amanda; we spent lots of time together when she stitched me up or gave me painkillers for all the damage my bullies caused.

When I was ten I fixed a broken terminal which automatically sent me two years ahead in my classes, that's where I started to get bullied. I finished the G.O.A.T test when I was fifteen and was assigned pip-boy programmer. I hated it. Sure, I worked with complex mini-computers but they were all just the same. I begged the overseer to let me make custom pip-boys for those who would pay in food rations, ultimately she turned all ideas down, saying it would cost too much resources. When I was sixteen, I met the love of my life, Lucy. We spent all of our time together; she had purple eyes with brown hair and was very intelligent and caring. In a way she reminded me of my mother, but thoughts like that just creeped me out so I would usually just shake them off. I also had a small group of friends; Ethan, my closest friend in the Vault, we shared appreciation for technology and were each other's wing man for a while, coming up with one cheesy pick up line at a time.

Then there was Matthew, he was the most annoying person I had ever met, made arguments just for the hell of it, and tried several times to hit on Lucy when he thought my back was turned. All of these things and yet I call him my friend, he comes through when he says he's going to do something and is honest to the core. Those small things and the fact he was a good lock picker where enough for Ethan, Cain and I to call him friend. That's right, I forgot Cain. Cain is just about the creepiest guy you could meet, he loves shipping people in the Vault and wrote creepy stories about what they would do, but Cain had a special talent for talking people into saying their deepest most darkest secrets without them realizing or noticing they were being tricked. He was also my porn supplier and that's self-explanatory. Those where my friends and yet I still haven't properly talked about me. I'm was a shy and caring person, my instincts were set to see people as people and animals as food. I loved music and there where good singers in the Vault, but their voice's couldn't be heard, that's when I set up Vault 78's 'Voice from afar' radio program, telling all the little news from around the Vault and playing pre-war or in-Vault music. As for my relationships with other Vault dwellers, it didn't go further than my girlfriend or friends. Well I guess I had better start with how I ended up on the wrong side of the Vault door.

Chapter 1: Who locked the door?

I was burying my face in my arms as my mum showed my baby album to my girlfriend Lucy. She giggled as my mum told her how I was a fat baby and how she couldn't walk for days after I was born. Mum stopped smiling as she got to the part of my schooling days, pictures of me with stitches across my left arm to my for head. Lucy looked unconfutable as my Mum let out a single tear before explaining, "He was unconscious for three days…" more tears ran down her now shivering cheeks "…The doctors didn't think he would live, I didn't think he would." She started to weep as I hugged her and signalled for Lucy to close the book. I let go after a few minutes then asked if she would be ok by herself, which was only replied with a nod. "I have to go, the overseer need's Ethan and I to run a maintenance check on the Vault door." I walked to my room and grabbed my Vault 78 jumpsuit. A cold hand met around my waist followed by a musical voice, "Don't you have ten minutes…" her chest laid against my back, She wasn't wearing her Vault suit for she had only woken up an hour ago, in my room. "…or in your case two minutes." That's it, no way I was letting her get away with that, I turned and kissed her on the cheek, sliding my hands down her side, She laid down on the bed as I closed the door, placing a 'Do not disturb' sign on it, this day just kept getting better and better.

I made my way to Ethan's place, he lived on the other side of the Vault so I had to speed walk. By the time I got to Ethan's he had already been waiting fifth teen minutes, "Where the hell have you been?" His tall slim body always sent shivers down my spine, it was like shaking deaths hand, "Sorry, Lucy took thirty minutes to take care of." We both laughed and headed towards the main entrance." When we got there Matthew was sitting at the control panels, messing with a keyboard, Ethan cringed at the sight of him, they had been fighting recently and didn't plan on forgiving each other, "What is he doing here?" Ethan and Matthew said in sync. The Overseer laughed her heart out, "Oh, young love."

Matthew and Ethan turned their anger towards the Overseer, "I'm not gay! Not sure if I can say the same about him though." Ethan smirked at his comment, making Matthew burn with intense heat and anger, "Chill bros." The soothing voice came from behind me, we all turned to see Cain, his blond hair falling into his eyes, I gave the Overseer a glance of confusion. "Matthew and Cain, Ethan and Cahill preform the Vault door maintenance check every month and due to the risk of what might be on the other side, I have decided to add you two, Cain your job is simple, if there are any aggressive humans on the other side you talk them down, and Matthew…" Matthew looked exited, he couldn't wait to hear his role "…You make sure the Vault door doesn't close." Matthew looked glum but kept posture, trying to see the importance of his role.

The Vault door opened and Ethan and I were eager to get this over and done with, so we asked Cain to help check for rust around the pistons, we were making good time when we heard something loud from outside the cave the Vault sat in. gun shots. Ethan looked at me sacredly before we both made a decision to let Matthew help. Matthew jumped down from the control panel and started looking at some other spots around the door. Matthew accidently tapped Ethan, but it was enough to set off bottling rage. "What's your problem?!" He screamed. They both griped each other's Vault collar held tightly, I tried to calm down Ethan but he pushed me aside, me accidently hitting the outer control panel. The Vault door closed. We all stood in shock, but I snapped out of it as soon as I remembered that the password was 'United Nations', I typed the password in, but was rejected. I started to panic, all my life had just seemed to be thrown away. "Don't worry, the Overseer told me to change it to something easily to remember and even the dumbest idiot could remember." We all look with sunshine smiles. "Well what is it?" Matthew blushed before admitting, "I don't remember." Ethan and Matthew started to yell at each other as Cain started to bang on the Vault door. All noise disappeared as a single bang came from outside. We all stood, looking at the dimly lit entrance, scared of what we had put ourselves into, "The shit just hit the fan." I whispered to myself, the echo enough for them to hear.