Author's note:

There was only one other author that tried something like this. I was inspired by him: "deathhamsters" (LOL)

Seeing as how we're going to have to wait years for a Fallout 5, I wanted to write a fucking book.

Enjoy the ride!


Movement was quite high in the bar. People drinking, chatting, some even fighting among themselves and just waiting to be thrown out.

He sighed, twirling his cigar between his fingers. The old man took a hit and watched the smoke coming out of his mouth flying towards the ceiling. He had already finished his plate of food the waitress provided him and decided to stick around just a little more before heading back to the hole he called home.

"Dude, trust me!"

He shifted his attention on a group of kids leaning on the counter. At least they had guns with them, they couldn't be older than 20 years or so. Still, if there's one thing the Wasteland taught him, it was that young travelers are the more hot headed and inclined to seek challenges and risking their lives.

"We can go East! Remnants of Caesar's legion aren't much of an issue anymore! We could escape this boring Republic and have fun!"

Have fun? Heh, fucking idiot. You don't have fun out there, you survive.

One of the group was hesitant while the rest already agreed on the course of action.

He decided to step in and raised his voice over the music in the saloon. "I wouldn't advise to head out there, kid!"

The leader narrowed his eyes and stepped towards him, his group following suit. Soon the entire 'gang' was in front of his table. "Is that so?" The kid asked. "You have experience, old man?"

"More than you'll ever know." He pushed the burned cigar on the ashtray and grabbed another. "Name's Ron, Ron Perlman. Believe me or not, I actually travelled from California to Washington D.C. and Boston when I was a youngster."

The leader snorted. "Yeah, sure. Next thing you'll reveal is that you fought a Behemoth super mutant by yourself."

"No, I didn't. But I collected informations during my journeys on various interesting individuals. You want to head outside and experience the Wasteland?" Ron gestured to the seats around them and to the extra free chairs. "Settle down and listen, you have time right? Need all the info you can get…" He squinted his old and tired eyes on the vest. "…Josh."

Josh whispered to his group, Ron simply waited with a satisfied smirk. He knew he had them.

"Alright, old man." He grabbed a chair and flipped it on its other side, sitting and placing his arms on it. The rest did the same. "What you got for us?"

Ron lighted up his next cigar and crossed his arms. "Stories might define legends. However, legends aren't born from them, they are forged in the experience. Useless tales are oversimplifications of a man's actions. The consequences already speak for themselves." He had gathered the full undivided attention of his interlocutors. He took a deep breath from his nose.


War.

War never changes.

The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany, into an economic superpower.

But war never changes.

In the 21th century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.

In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders. And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.

A few were able to reach the relative safety of the large underground Vaults. Vault Thirteen was one such vault. There, imprisoned safely behind the large Vault door, under a mountain of stone, a generation has lived without knowledge of the outside world.

Life in the Vault is about to change.


A video advertisement played on a TV. It showed a smiling blonde boy wearing a jumpsuit while he waters his personal favourite plant. The image changed to the same boy waving his hand while a massive mechanical steel door sealed him from the outside world, with the number '13' on it. The structure of the inner Vault was then visible, with a well dressed man with a style from the 50s smoking a pipe and his wife with him. The advertisement invited people to call the number KL-5743. The Vault of the Future written above the image.

Other advertisements included a spot for Galaxy news, a rocket flying in a, almost, circular pattern around the Earth. "Our dedicated boys keep the peace in newly annexed Canada" Galaxy News Network reports. Two soldiers in power armour are chatting with each other as they discuss who should execute a trapped man on the ground, his hands were tied behind his back. In the end one is chosen and they kill the rebel through a gunshot to the head. The same soldier waved his hand towards the camera and the video shifts to the helmet of a power armour standing in front of the American flag… though changed a bit.

Everything continued with a spot for a corvega fusion car and for a Mr. Handy robot. Showing, in all of its glory, the broken and destroyed society which demanded far more resources to prosper than what the planet could offer.

A city.

A big, destroyed and lifeless city stood. The day had almost begun, the sun was almost raised for another day.

But the wind and the light were not welcomed…

For the city was dead.