Prologue
CALLING ALL STATIONS, CALLING ALL STATIONS, CALLING ALL STATIONS, THIS IS VAULT TECHNICIAN 2510730 ONE SIX EMERGENCY VAULT-TEC SHELTER FOR SURVIVORS IN QUABBIN, NUMBER 119, REPEAT, EMERGENCY VAULT-TEC SHELTER FOR SURVIVORS IN QUABBIN, NUMBER 119, OVER
CALLING ALL STATIONS, CALLING ALL STATIONS, CALLING ALL STATIONS. BOSTON IS GONE, I REPEAT, BOSTON IS GONE. NO HOPE. FREQUENCY 3450 RETURN TRANSMISSION. GOD BLESS AMERICA.
"RUN! GET TO THE VAULTS. HACK THE COMPUTERS ANYTHING, GET OUT OF SIGHT. RU.."
Screaming… That's all that was heard that day..that month, The day Boston fell the day the nuclear winter came.
"You're along way from home ranger, your desert clothes won't help here." a man covered in bloodstained bandit rags shouts.
"Eurgh I guess.. I can't ignore one hundred and one distress calls and counting the day I left Nevada could I? being my rank and all."
"Very true ranger, the whole city was screaming and calls rang throughout boston.. I'll let you pass and get there if you hand over all your bottle caps and my friend behind you won't have you incinerated."
"I guess I could give you all my caps, but why give you them? so I can go for a tour of a ghost town? There's nothing in Boston anymore only ruins, thousands dead in the street ghouls turning a new side of feral and YOU threaten me with a broken down Laser Pistol? I didn't come here for the winter I came here for the survivors.. well the survivor. If you can you point me in the direction of vault 2299 then I'll give you my bottle caps and your friend will still have a remaining head."
"South East, follow the.. the markings down, you'll know your in the right place when you see them."
"The NCR will aid as much as they can."
"Sending one lousy Veteran Ranger isn't much aid."