Prologue

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.

In the year 2059, 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 104. For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 104 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here the lone wanderer was born. It is here he will die.

Because, in Vault 104: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.

War. War never changes.

In this story, we fix our sights on the lone wanderer from Vault 104. A place with no rules, where chaos reigned and blood was shed.

Merciless; by futile reason.

There was no wrong or right on Vault 104. Our lone wanderer, tired of all the chaos, fled away from Vault 104, searching for a home throughout the Mojave wasteland.