The Beginning
I truly thought, I knew everything about Fallout. The resources of the world were gone. Two major countries fighting for whatever was left. And then, a horrible end. Two hours of the whole world sending all of their nukes at each other. Very few make it to the vaults, that Vault-Tec, provided for them. For those that somehow made it on the surface, life took many turns. Some were turned into feral ghouls, while other ghouls retained what it was like to be human. While being rejected. Along the way to making the new world order, a kind of better place, one person would have to sacrifice their life, family, friends, and who they are to make this happen. They never ask for this role, they never complain. They just accept it.
It was a Friday night, of October the 22nd. 2077. I've been here now, for three days. Most of my memories of the real world, have faded. You can sense the tension in everyone, as you go around the town. Some have a feeling that, something bad was on the horizon. They just didn't know what it was. While others struggled to get through a day. I didn't know where I was. Or what would happen to me when the world would end. I fall asleep somewhere near three am. Opening my eyes, I see that it's close to 9:30. I didn't have much time. Time to make plans, time to do something for the last moments. And then it happens. Sirens. They were louder than I thought they would be. Getting dressed quickly, I run for the living room. I didn't want to spend too much time with the family, I ended up with. Knowing fully well, I may never see them again. Just as I hit the bottom step, an older women comes into view. She's terrified. She grabs my hand and heads for the door. No words are exchanged between us, as shoes are handed to me, and an older man joins us. They give each other looks as I finish putting on the shoes. In seconds, my hand is grabbed again, this time. We head out the door. The three of us are running down the street. Along the way, many families just watch us from their windows. A false sense of security in their homes. While a small handful of others, join us.
My heart is racing. It's all happening too fast for my brain to keep up. Tanks. Military tanks. They were guarding this building. The older couple say a few words to the guard. Words I can't hear, just see them talking. I'm handed a backpack and pushed in the direction of the building. I take a quick look back, they weren't following me. Why? Where was I being taken? And more importantly, why couldn't I remember this? I thought I knew every Vault location that the games centered around. But this. This one was different. And there it was. The famous Vault door. A giant gear door. With a lock that needed a car size drill to open before it moved with in or out before rolling to the side, allowing whoever to enter a nightmare, that would last days, weeks, months, or years. But as I got closer, I find that this one, was different. It had the signature gear door. But it didn't open like the others. The last thing I remember seeing before my vision blurs, is a number. A number that will haunt me for the rest of my life. 13.