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Runaway
Jerome decided to test his luck today. "Hey, Stanley? Do you know what the sun looks like?" Stanley, startled, stopped what he was doing and looked up at Jerome. "Um, no clue. But, you know? It might be too, say, bright to see the sun, maybe?" Stanley scratched his head. "I reckon there wouldn't be a sun, though. I mean, the surface is all blown up, right? No?"
Jerome frowned. "Never thought 'bout that." He went back to tinkering his Pip-boy. "Is something wrong with it?" Stanley asked, getting up and walked towards Jerome. "Your Pip-boy, I mean." "I've been getting weird signals from it, to be honest. See? There are different radio stations displayed," Jerome said, showing Stanley his Pip-boy.
Stanley's eyes widen at the amount of stations on the Pip-boy. "Gosh. Pirate radio, maybe? Better not show it to the Overseer. He might want to trash the poor thing, or even lecture us." That would be bad for everyone; if Jerome's Pip-boy is "infected", then so will other Pip-boys.
"Then we won't say anything. I'll just listen to the radio in my room then," Jerome said, changing the Pip-boy to his personal status instead. Stanley nodded as he went back to work. Jerome breathes a sigh of relief, though. If there was anyone in the vault he could trust, it would always be Stanley.
Someone was nudging him awake. Jerome mumbled and turned over. "Wake up, Jerome!" the person yelled close to his ear, shaking him roughly. His eyes popped open, quickly sitting up to look at the person.
"Amata?! What the he—"
"No time! You have to move, now!"
"Wha—"
Amata pulled him from his bed. "You gotta go! Hurry!" She went to his dresser and pulled out his jumpsuit before throwing it to him. He quickly changed, still confused with what was happening as Amata constantly looked over her shoulder and out the door.
"What the hell is wrong, Ama— Is that a gun?" he asked before Amata shoved the 10mm pistol in his hand. "I took it from my dad's office. You may need it. Now hurry and go before they come for you!" Amata yelled, walking towards the door. Jerome grabbed her arm, halting her leave.
"What the fuck is going on, Amata?"
Amata sighed. "It's your dad, Jerome. He…He left the Vault."
Jonas was dead. He was sure Stanley was dead from his wounds and harbored breathing. He managed to save Butch's mom, but she was too drunk to notice. Officer Gomez and Andy were safe, not attacking him like the other officers.
Too many thoughts were going through Jerome's head as the Vault's door opens. He's nervous; he'll finally be getting answers to his questions about the outside world, but he didn't expect nor wanted the outcome to be like this. He gulped, clutching his fists at his sides. He jumped when Amata popped out of nowhere.
"Jerome! You did it! You opened the door!"
"Y-Yeah, I did."
"Guess I won't state the obvious and ask if you're alright then. I hope you find your dad, Jerome."
Jerome blinked. "…You're not coming?" Amata shook her head. "My home is here, Jerome. Despite what's happening now, the Vault will always be where I belong," she explained. He frowned, not really understanding why she wanted to stay. He had no time, however, to convince her otherwise as the door behind them opened.
"Go! I'll hold them off!"
Cursing, he made a run for the tunnel. As soon as he reached the exit, he looked back to see the Vault's door closed. He refused to cry as he opened the gate door and walked out.
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Anyways, sorry for not updating in a while. 5 days left till Fallout 4.
Enjoy.