The Journal of Andrew Johnson Vault Dweller 1 of Vault 132

by The Shoe

This is the journal of Andrew Johnson, the first inhabitant of Vault 132. The journal will contain slice of life containt Andrew does his best to survive in his new home, all while stumbling on the secrets of Vault 132. This Fanfiction is an attempt to tie Fallout Shelter with the rest of Fallout and is set one year after the events of Fallout 3.

7. Entry 7

Journal #7. 08-13-2278 by Andrew Johnson

This is just a quick update before I leave for the Wasteland. This morning was kind of weird in the sense that I was sure someone was in my room when I woke up. I woke up from a nightmare, which was about Natalie. I dreamt that she had become an adult, but not only that. She was also the mother of several raid kids and the wife to the raider leader. I had become old in my search for her, but then I found her, she couldn't even recognize me. The last thing she did before I awoke was to shot me in the head. I am pretty sure I awoke with a scream and that scream sent who ever was in here on the run. I am not sure who it was, but the person was stealthy and left no signs of who he or she was was. The only thing that gives it away that someone was in here is my laundry. Someone has been through it and wanted a pair of my underwears for some reason, however my scream made them drop it on floor and flee the scene. I wonder if I should go to the Overseer about this, but underwear theft is a petty crime and I don't really care. Privacy is hard to come by here, when each of us only have a room with a bed, a dresser, a couch and a table, since we eat all our meals at the cafeteria and there are bathrooms on all floors of the Vault, so we don't need a bathroom in our own rooms. Anyway, I will go and get dressed now and then go and grab some breakfast before I head into the Wasteland.