PROLOGUE
December 5th, 2100
"Hey, Bring me up a beer, mate."
It was that day, in Vault 53, where our equipment ALWAYS started to break for some reason. I, Calvin, was a lockhearted young man. It all started in this damned vault when we were mind controlled or something to get inside. Luckily, though, it kept us alive at least during the great war. Who knew though, that this moment, would be the exact point in this vault, would be the biggest change of my life. How of all, it could've happened to me. I have no idea, as appa-
"Heres your beer, sir."
Ah yes, back to reality. "Thank you, Maddam!." Calvin exclaims as he chugs down the beer.
It was one sunny afternoon (As our digi-clock tells us, since we're buried 5 miles underneath the surface) when apparently the vault door opened. It was unknown, nobody knew if it was just a malfunction like everything else happens here. Apparently so... Wait, whats that? Clicking was heard inside the walls.
The lights start flickering, and then the protectron randomly combusts.
I sighed, as I just realized this was a cry wolf, because the protectron apparently overheated, AGAIN.
December 12th, 2100
Funny, how I imagine all these things in my thoughts. I was called upon by the Overseer, for no reason. Along with 6 other people, which look recongizable... I think it was in that bar, anyways, The overseer said that we were exposed to the "true light" or something. He says we are banished. Apparently though, it wasn't really like a banishable moment. We were actually sent out because there were 7 babies born, and we were the only ones that couldn't afford to stay.
Anyways, We rode on the vault car. Riding towards the vault door. The overseer said we can keep the car, since it would break anyways. Which reminds me, the vault car just broke.
"Aw GODDAMNIT!" a man with a police cap and uniform on. Apparently that meant we're supposed to push the car.
We've made it to the surface, and we're allowed to take two brahmins with us to pu- Wait, its one brahmin To pull the cart. I sighed, as we got to know eachother.
December 6th, 2100
It's really weird, how we never talked to eachother until now. Apparently insanity got into us, I think. Something, or we're just running out of supplies. I met the security guard... Well, was a security guard. He bellows alot, no wonder he was a security guard.
"How much food do we got, chubby lady?" the security guard bellowed.
"First of all, I'm not fat. And second of all, I have a name." a woman with a nice star on her shirt. "For your information, I'm Vasili, and if it was back in the war, you'd have your head cut off!"
"Eh, Who cares. It's the end for us, in the scorching desert." the security guard said in dis-relief.
And then a arguement over who gets the last piece of our luxury food, Salmon!
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