Chapter 1 – The world as it is
Toronto, Canada
September 8, 2190
113 years after the Great War
Most remaining humans travelled to the most stable area on Earth – Canada. They setup a large section of land called the Isle of Humanity on the small island off-shore from Toronto, Canada. Over the years it expanded greatly and a group called the IRG (the International Renaissance Guard) took control of the area. They created The Wall – a barrier separating civil humanity from the rest of the world. The isle of humanity became modernized and humanity's culture changed indefinately. It modernized – with many new types of technology appear almost daily. Toronto, the capital city of humanity, became enormous. Houses began being built with many stories. The military (aka the Enclave) began research with liquid crystal weaponry. People began rapidly adapting to this new civilization style. Life had changed forever...
"Please don't tell me you're going back to that hellhole. You know that all of USA is a complete disaster. What in fuck could have made you decide to go back there?" The first of 2 men pleaded.
"I told you. I have business. I have an acquaintance that's needs must be met..." The second explained.
"Well, good luck out there. I can't really be much help. How are you going to get past the IRG?"
The second man grinned.
"It might be a problem. It's virtually impossible to escape the safe zone these days. They're guarding the Wall real hard these days – can't really risk getting any humans killed. It's a good thing they're expanding the borders of the safe zone though. I'm actually visiting Mantel city soon."
"Yeah well, I'll be off killing Ghouls and pick pocketing raiders out in the exclusion zone." The second man got up from his chair and left.
"Well, It's time to save the world." And with that, he was gone. The first man got up from his chair and walked to the bar next to him. He stood by the counter and asked the bartender for a nuka cola. The TV turned on. It was the news. The sly-looking reporter began the weekly overview.
"This week in Humanity, the International Renaissance Guard announced that they had successfully cleared Mantel City from Radiation and opened it the public. Rebuilding will begin today. More on that later. In other news, a group of Encalve soldiers travelled to Spain where they found a large group of tribal's. Not much is known about them, although they have been granted access to the Isle. On the journey through Spain, the mercenaries also spotted a..."
The barman flicked off the tv.
"Hey, I was watching that."
"Oh yeah?" The enormous bartender turned around with fury. "Maybe you should buy a Television you low-life."
The man rolled his eyes and put his nuka-cola on the bar and left. As he was exiting, he admired the city's sights. The bar was on the highest building in the city and could see a picturesque-like view of Toronto and the surrounding foothills. The sight was immense. The towering skyscrapers, the bright, vibrant lights, and best of all – the unbeatable feeling of safety deep inside the Isle of Humanity. Safe from mutants, ghouls, beasts, raiders, and the many other dangers in the wastelands of the world. The man walked slowly towards an elevator suspended on the side of the building he was stand upon. He pressed the button for the button floor and the elevator zoomed him to the ground. Once he reached the ground, he started walking north. As he was walking, he noticed a military base standing tall to the east. It was crawling with Enclave soldiers. A helicopter was circling around the headquarters, patrolling. It seemed as if it was searching for something – but what? The man shrugged and kept walking forward. What he also didn't know was that that helicopter was indeed searching for him. The search had started just 30 minutes before when the Enclave military had discovered a vintage-holotape in the pitts of Spain during their expedition.
He arrived at a payphone on the side of the street and entered the small booth. He dialed a 5 digit number and waited. Just 2 rings after, a woman picked up the phone.
"Hello?" She began.
"Betty, I'm back in the city." The man answered. The woman seemed offended.
"What the fuck Alex? Who said you could come back here. Stay away from me you son of a bitch." She growled into the phone.
"Listen I know what you're thinking. Hear me out here."
"No, I can't hear you out. I write up te divorce papers and you run off to the country and then... Well I'm not gonna say it again but you know what you did. Now listen, if you even contact me again I'll head to the Enclave." After that, there was silence on the line.
Alex smashed the phone to the ground and bashed his arm across the wall of the booth. He stood there, on the verge of tears and then left the booth. He head towards his house in northern York when he realized people were staring at him. He pulled a cigarette from his long, black coat and lit it with a match. He put it to his mouth and inhaled. Alex was exhausted and he needed to lay down before he blew. It took 5 minutes to reach his house – a torn up building left as a reminder of what the Great War had done. Although most buildings in the Isle of Humanity were re-build, some were left. He walked up to the door and grabbed his keys from his coat pocket and slid his house key into the door lock. He tried to turn the key but it wouldn't budge. He took the key out, assuring himself it was the right one. He look around, left and right, then tried to unlock the door once again.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath. He looked through his coat pocket and found a small bobby pin. He also found a mini-screwdriver in a toolbox on a desk in his garage – which had a half-destroyed garage door. He took the screwdriver and placed it inside the lock. He bent the edge of the bobby pin and put it in the hole of lock above the screwdriver.
"C'mon. Not a lot of pressure. Keep the tension wrench steady." Alex murmured to himself. He turned the bobby pin and it snapped in half. He bent the other side of the pin and tried again. Sucess. The corroded wooden door swung open and Alex walked inside. Everything seemed to be normal. It was a complete mess. Books were torn apart scattered across the room. His clothes were right out in the open. But did he care? Ofcourse not, nobody ever visited him at his home. Today seemed to be different. He noticed a note lying on his kitchen table. He stepped towards it, not noticing what he was stepping on with his large, heavy soldier boots. He picked up the note and began reading.
Alex, I told you not to play with me. You owe me money and don't think for a second that I can forget that. If you don't bring me my money in 2 days – I WILL kill you. Look in your bathroom.
Vlad
Alex tore the paper up into pieces. He was curious about the last sentence. Look in your bathroom? The hell did the man do to my house? Alex decided to check. He walked to the bathroom door. He opened the door, and what he saw made him drop to his knees. "HOLY SHIT!" He punched the ground with his fist. He was enraged. But ever so quickly, this anger turned to sadness and fear. He began balling out tears.
"Sharon?"
[HOLOTAPE 2 ]
[START]
"It is me again, Viktor Cruschenka. My first message got cut off. I have additional details that might help you in your quest. I need to warn you of a seperate threat. The US government is forming a secret sect of their military – It is called the Enclave. I fear the enclave is planning to destroy all of the new Vual-Tec vualts. If you're hearing this, I must say that you cannot let this happen. The vaults are the only place you will find the GECK's.
[HOLOTAPE END]
But by the year 2190 – what Mr. Cruschenka predicted had come true. Every single vault had been remove and destroyed – along with the GECK's. Except for one:
Vault 101
