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Hello readers I'm working on making my chapters longer and correcting my grammar mistakes. I have no beta at this time and I'm typing this on my Android so patience with me will be greatly appreciated.

The reason I'm doing this story is that I felt giving the sole survivor a family was leading the storyline a little too much and not giving the option to really explore the character

As with all fanfiction, I don't in any way own fallout or its characters.

It's Bethesda's world I'm just living in it

So without further adieu, the story

Chapter 2

As the elevator squealed from over 200 years of disuse, Jake's thoughts were filled with an odd combination of hope and dread. There was a desperate hope that the nuclear Armageddon hadn't really happened, but that was just the irrational hope of a desperate man. There was also a large amount of dread that there was nothing left, that he would step out into a world where nothing was left. Closing his eyes, he waited to see the results of humanity's first and final nuclear war.

When Jake opened his eyes, what he saw was not what he had expected. The world wasn't a bombed out husk or a never ending desert. No, the world looked almost neglected, as if everyone had simply forgotten to maintain everything that had once been called earth. Trees and bushes were present but brown and shriveled. Building and machines were also there, but they were rusted and broken. It seemed as if the world was an antique globe left to rot and rust in a corner somewhere to the point that it couldn't ever be restored.

The sight sent him to his knees. He sat staring out over the vast wasteland in almost horrified wonder. He recognized the shape of the houses of Sanctuary Hills, the Red Rocket gas station, and even the small,rocky hillside where he used to go to get away from the noise. He listened to the sound of the wind running through the shriveled trees and the sound of a small brook flowing at the bottom of the hill. These sounds of nature somehow served to at least partially comfort his feeling mind. The only thought running through his confused mind was "How long have I been gone?"

As he made his way down the hill, his mind was still reeling with confused thoughts. The world was not whole as he had hoped, neither was it totally destroyed like he had feared. No, this new world seemed almost rotten. "This didn't happen in 50 years, no way" he thought as he slowly walked down the hill. He cursed himself for not checking the vault computers to find out the current year. He had just assumed that he had been frozen for around 50 to 60 years at the most. Now, seeing all of the destruction of time and the elements, he started to rethink his assumption.

Once over the small bridge he began to head toward the former community of Sanctuary Hills. The path was still smooth from the foot traffic is very two centuries ago. He then wandered around the once beautiful community going inside the houses to scavenge anything that might prove useful in the new world. Leaving a house in the center of the community, he was suddenly met by a huge wall of flame.

Rolling quickly away from the front door and slamming it, he dropped his duffle bags and went for the 10mm pistol in the belt of his vault suit. Hearing a buzzsaw cutting through the rotten door, he quickly ran to the back of the house and vaulted through a large rear window. "YOU SHALL NOT DISTURB THE MASTER'S HOUSE", he heard as he scrambled around the side of the house,gun in hand. Coming around the front, he saw a rusted out Mr Handy screaming incoherently as his buzz saw became stuck in the door. Finally freeing his saw, the Mr. Handy spun around seeing Jake as he once again activated his flamethrower. "I AM WADSWORTH, THE PROTECTOR OF THIS HOUSE AND I SHALL KILL YOU FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!" it roared as it floated towards him. Five sharp cracks rang out as the robot tumbled to the ground. Jake slowly lowered his smoking pistol and put it back on his belt. "Well that was exciting," he thought as as he bent down to scavenge the robot for parts and fuel.

Finishing his sweep of the houses, he decided to make himself a camp for the night and started to head towards the large rocketship in the distance. That sign marked the location of the old red rocket service station. He remember riding his old dirt bike up the road to there because it was the only station in the area that still sold gasoline. After finally getting there, he noticed that the garage's large door still was operational and proceeded to hook up a fission battery he'd scavenged to close the shop door. As night came, he ate a box of instamash and listened to the strange new noises of the night. He slept on the floor of the old garage bay with two pistols beside him and the loaded cryolator by the small side door.

After hunkering down for the night, he thought about this new world. Were any humans left ? Where were all the animals ? Most importantly, what should he do ? As he slowly surrendered to sleep, he wondered what kind of place would this new world have for a man out of the past ?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter

Questions, comments criticism, advice ? It's welcome as long as you're not douchbags about it.

Till next time