For years, people have always questioned the unknown. Before the Great War happened and the nukes obliterated practically all life on Earth. People always wondered what the Earth would look like if World War III really happened. Now, they are almost always (and I bet you 20 caps that they do) asking: Who is the Lone Wanderer?
The people of the Capital Wasteland are a hardy bunch. They survived the Great War, the radiation storms that came after. The FEV being released into nature and mutating every form of life and creating all kinds of sick machinations imaginable. But the people lived and persevered. They fought back against the threat and struggled to survive. The same people erected towns and cities now known as Megaton, Rivet City, and even the recovering Arefu. Then, the Super Mutants of Vault 87 were released into the Wasteland killing hundreds but even so, the people of the Capital Wasteland fought back. Elder Lyons and his Brother of Steel were the driving force in taking the Capital back from the mutants and the lone pillar hope in the tidal waves of despair. Though the Brotherhood did their best, it was not enough. People were still dying in droves and it seemed as though there was little hope for the citizens of the Capital Wasteland. That is, until the Lone Wanderer.
I sat back and feel the stupid grin on my face grow wider and wider. Three Dog and Moira Brown? A partnership that was doomed from the start. I flip through the book and realize that Three Dog and Moira really pulled out all the stops for this book. They have everything and it isn't even like the Wasteland Survival Guide that I helped make. (By helped, I mean did everything but compile the information and format it all into a book). It seems that the stories from my teens are inspirational, but what's inspirational about a boy who lost his father? I snap the book shut and toss it into my pack. I gulp down the last of the Nuka Cola Quantum I'd been drinking for the past couple minutes. Some raiders thought they'd gotten the drop on me. Big mistake.
It's been a while since I've been in the Capital Wasteland, I've got a lot of catching up to do. Well, that's an understatement, I've been gone for about nine years. I've been up in the Pitt helping out in any way I could. I helped Ashur out, but I didn't kill Wehrner. He kept his word, but I still felt bad for the slaves. So he asked me to stay and help police his former slavers. They didn't really like me, but I did my job and let's just say I learned a lot up about dealing with people. Marie's almost nine years old now, and Ashur said they're really close to a breakthrough. In addition to policing the slavers, I also took on the task of Trog population control. It was a hell of job and I almost died more times that I could count, but I'm still alive and I'm looking to keep it that way.
I don't recognize the forests and the grass that's growing around Capital but that must be Harold doing his job. I wonder how he's doing? Being a tree stuck in the same place must be lonely, I'll make it a point to visit him. I make it over the hill and the sun still's rising and I see it. Megaton, the city's grown since I last saw it. It's walls now spread over Springvale and even included it within the city. Actually it looks pretty cool, I watch the sun rise and I catch a glimpse of some Deathclaws headed for the entrance. Some Brotherhood of Steel Paladins are actively engaging it. I smile, it's been too long since I been home. It's time to get to work.