"Wake up princess;" one of the guards said to Amata.

Amata slowly opened her eyes to find herself in a bed inside a building and one of the guards standing over her.

"Mr. Jones will be here shortly, put this on and one of the girls will come in and wash you," the man said as he left the small room throwing down an old pink dress.

Amata looked around and noticed that she was the only one in the room and she could hear some kind of auction going outside. She heard a knock at the door and looked up to see a young women, probably only a few years older than her, standing at the door.

"I'm here to clean you up," said the young women as she slowly entered the room. The man from earlier came in with a large metal bucket that was about two feet deep full of water and sat it down next to Amata before leaving once again.

"What's your name?" Amata asked the young women.

"My real name or the one Mr. Jones gave me?" She responded.

"Which ever one you prefer. I'm Amata by the way," Amata said.

"Please to meet you Ms. Amata, my name is Sarah. We have to get started if we don't want to anger Mr. Jones, so lets get those clothes off," Sarah said.

After Amata's bath, Sarah brushed her hair and helped her with her clothes. Right as they finished, a young African American man walked in wearing a red suit with a purple shirt.

"You are a very beautiful young lady. If you weren't so valuable I would keep you for myself," the man said. "I am Mr. Eulogy Jones, the head man at this fine establishment."

"I would normally say it's a pleasure to meet you but it really isn't," Amata responded.

Mr. Jones just smiled and continued on. "Now I have a couple questions to ask you before we go out there. Are you ready to answer?"

Amata nodded her head.

"Good. First, where were you born?" Mr. Jones asked

"Vault 101," Amata said.

"Good, when did you leave the vault?"

"Day of my capture," Amata continued.

"So yesterday, good. How old are you?" Mr. Jones asked.

"Twenty one."

"Finally, are you a virgin?" Mr. Jones asked.

Amata's face became bright red, but she nodded her head.

"Well, that's all I have princess. Let's head on out." Mr. Jones said.

Amata followed Mr. Jones through the dark hallway till they reached the old door. Amata could see the stage old stage that had been set up and crowd of about 30 people standing in front of it. Mr. Jones pushed open the doors and Amata was hit with the light from the sun as she walked through the door.

...The Lone Wanderer walked along the old road towards Paradise Falls with Dogmeat by his side and his old leather sack over his shoulder. He spent the night at one of his loot drop sites getting anything he might need. As he approached the gate, a guard came to meet him.

"State your name and business," the guard demanded.

"I heard Mr. Jones caught a real vault dweller and I'm looking to buy," he stated.

"I can get a word in with the boss for a small fee," the guard said holding his hand out.

"Really, well how much will 200 caps get me," the lone wanderer said smiling under his hood.

The guard face brightened up at the sound of that many caps. "Man, you will for sure get the first offer for that much."

The lone wanderer took off his sack from his shoulder and reached into the sack. After a couple of seconds, he pulled out his silenced 10mm pistol, pointed it at the guards head and fired two shots before the guard could even react. The man's body hit the road with a quiet thump as the Lone Wanderer ran towards the second guard. Before the second guard even knew what happened, he was tackled to the ground and ended up with a knife in his neck.

As the lone wanderer pushed farther into the compound, he dispatched each guard swiftly and silently till he reached the old bus gate. He broke out one of the windows and shoved the barrel of his sniper rifle through the now broken window. As he looked through the scope, he could see Eulogy walk out of a building and following him was Amata in an old pink dress.

Hsi first thought was that Amata looked beautiful in that dress but he soon dismissed the idea so that he could focus.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the moment you have all been waiting for." Eulogy said. "This young beauty is my prize possession. She is twenty one, a virgin, and most importantly, a real vault dweller."

The Lone Wanderer aimed his scope at Eulogy waiting for the wind to die down.

'You fuckes with the wrong vault Eulogy,' he thought to himself as pulled the trigger sending a bullet flying towards Eulogy. The bullet hit its mark, causing Eulogy's right hand that was pointing at Amata to explode into a cloud of red.

The crowd all dropped to the ground as the guards surrounding the area were dropped one by one. After ten shots, a man climbed onto the top of the bus holding his sniper and he pointed towards the young slave vault dweller and yelled, "IF YOU ALL WANT TO LIVE, THE VAULT SLAVE LEAVES WITH ME!"

The Lone Wanderer hopped down from the bus and pulled out plasma and frag mines arming and throwing them into the crowd.

"Now people I would keep really still unless you want those mines to detonate," he said.

He walked up to the stage and over to the Eulogy, who was on the floor cluntching his hand.

"Where is the key," the Lone Wanderer demanded.

Eulogy used his good hand and reached into his pocker and pulled out a set of keys and handed them to Wanderer. He walked over to Amata and unlocked her slave collar.

"Who's my savior?" She asked.

The Lone Wanderer pulled down his hood and looked up at her.

"It's me."