A/N: A thank you to Krulla Chief . I'm happy someone is interested in this story. Chapters start short and seemingly pointless but get better I promise.
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August 17, 2093
I went to Werhners grave today.
He died when I was ten.
I miss him so much. He was my step-father after the rebellion; he was the one that started it. All with the help of the Mysterious Stranger who murdered my real parents. But enough about that, visiting his grave gave me enough courage to actually go through with my plans. I told him everything, told him my plans and everything. He didn't protest (that is a horrible joke).
I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna leave the Pitt.
I hope no one finds this journal. If they did, if they learned my plans, they would put me in lock down. Quarantine. With armed guards and everything.
The thought alone makes me want to drink.
But that's a pointless endeavor. Booze doesn't affect me. My body fights the alcohol like it was a disease, leaving me sober though I can drink the whole reserve in the Mill.
I can't even take Med-X, my body filters it out too fast for it to take effect.
I wonder if my brain could combat a bullet.
/N: I know, it ended kind of dark but this will be the last dark chapter for a long time. But there will definitely be more. I mean, it is Fallout after all.
