Life after the Vault

[Kain]

Chapter One: The light.




The wood fell away at my gentle nudge, revealing a new world. The first thing I noticed, was the light. The cold, dim lights of the Vault were nothing compared to this, and even looking down, the pain was intense.

Quickly, I ducked back into the cave, looking up slowly, allowing my eyes to adjust.

What I saw was awe inspiring.

A wasteland, with huge towering skeletons of what were once buildings, dead trees, and pits, glowing faintly with radiation. In the distance, dogs were howling, and the faint wind carried the smell of sand, and ashes.

On the horizon, something resembling a heap of scrap metal could be seen, shining with the light of the sun.

I took a tentative step forward, feeling the dirt crunch beneath my feet, looking around to my sides.

There were rocks on either side, and the ground seemed to drop out in front of me, which meant I was on a cliff somewhere.

I stepped forward again, standing on the edge, looking down. It was a heavy slope, dirt and rocks that I had kicked sliding down.

"Well, damn. I expected more death, and less dirt...", I muttered, talking to myself. I stepped back, and looked around again, this time spotting a narrow ledge leading down.

I pressed my back to the cliff, and edged my way down, slowly. As I neared the half-way point, a piece of the ledge gave way, and I began to fall.

I gasped, turning around and grasping for a hold on the face of the cliff, tugging on the sand and loose rocks. Suddenly, my legs impacted, and I fell backwards, slamming my head into the ground.

Everything blurred, the sky and cliff meshing together into a muddy haze, little light specks appearing and disappearing in my vision. Pain was shooting from my legs and head.

Instinctively, my hands tried to touch the source of the pain, feeling through my shoulder-length hair. I held it in front of my eyes, and focused.

'No red. Good, very good.' My arm flopped to the side, and I slowly extended and retracted each leg. The pain slowly became manageable, with nothing broken, and I rolled onto my side, spotting my pistol about five feet in front of me, under the claw of a mole rat.

I froze. I had no idea how well the rat could see, and I was covered in dirt and rocks from my fall.

It sniffed the air, somehow turning it into a menacing gesture. I slowly reached a hand into the pocket of my jumpsuit, hoping my pocket knife hadn't been lost in the fall.

My hand touched the leather handle, and the rat growled. I got a grip on the knife, and ripped the knife through the air as it pounced.

I felt warm liquid splatter across my face, and saw the rat crash to the ground in front of me, a large gash across it's neck.

I sighed in relief, getting to my feet, and picking up my pistol.


I would never be that lucky again.

I walked off in the direction of the metal... thing on the horizon, hoping to find shelter or food before I was attacked again.

[Slash]

I like it. But try to use paragraphs...it makes it easier to read.

[Rundeer]

I love post-apocalyptic fiction. Well done!

[gotxbrain]

fallout fanfiction for the win!

[Kain]

I like it. But try to use paragraphs...it makes it easier to read.

Actually, I'm doing this in notepad, so I skip when It starts scrolling sideways.

Tomorrow I'll put it in paragraph form, I just wanted to get it out there.

Minora & Rundeer: Thanks, I recently started playing Fallout 3 and wanted to write about it.

Which I find odd since I hate writing.

Little note: Chapters will be sporadic, and at the moment, I don't have much for a story-line, but the next chapter is sort of a self-exploration filler type dealie, just to give some background. All I know right now, is he is NOT coming from Vault 101, throughout the Fallout games, numerous vaults were built on cliffs (Roughly One third of the 122 built), and that this is taking place AFTER Fallout 3 (after the year 2277).

As for location... well, who here likes post apocalyptic snow storms? I know I do.

[Confide]

Actually, I'm doing this in notepad, so I skip when It starts scrolling sideways.

Tomorrow I'll put it in paragraph form, I just wanted to get it out there.

Minora & Rundeer: Thanks, I recently started playing Fallout 3 and wanted to write about it.

Which I find odd since I hate writing.

Little note: Chapters will be sporadic, and at the moment, I don't have much for a story-line, but the next chapter is sort of a self-exploration filler type dealie, just to give some background. All I know right now, is he is NOT coming from Vault 101, throughout the Fallout games, numerous vaults were built on cliffs (Roughly One third of the 122 built), and that this is taking place AFTER Fallout 3 (after the year 2277).

As for location... well, who here likes post apocalyptic snow storms? I know I do.

Its called word wrap you dung beetle. You should come up with something original rather than something that already exists. Sure you can have motivation, but anyone can write a walk through of a game in story form.

You suck.

[Kain]

Its called word wrap you dung beetle. You should come up with something original rather than something that already exists. Sure you can have motivation, but anyone can write a walk through of a game in story form.

You suck.

Except I'm borrowing their universe, not their storyline.

And, I just wanted somewhere to post this to have people point out my errors.

Also, I forgot about wordwrap.

Also, Slash: The way LG posts things, it won't read my indents, so paragraphs come out weird.
Example:
This sentence has 5-6 spaces before it

[Ethan]

Quickskimmed, looks like a good story. : ) Keep it up.

[Kain]

The sun beat down on me as I walked across the barren land, a blob on the horizon my only destination. I flicked the hair out of my eyes with a sharp turn of my head, squinting up at the sky as I walked.

This sure as hell wasn't like the Vault. Vault 19 was one of the lucky vaults, a control vault, set to open after the radiation began to fall. Our vault had been open for at least a hundred years, with few of us venturing out for supplies in the summer.

Most of the vault denizens feared the outside, viewing it as a long walk off a short dock. The Overseer has been feeding them tales of Deathclaws and Super Mutants and Enclave soldiers, to keep everyone but the guys with guns from leaving the vault. And even then, only one person left the vault each year, and they were picked by draft.

Guess who got picked this year? And, to make it worse, the trading caravan we usually bought our supplies from was killed last year, so I had to find a town, or another caravan, before the rats ate me.

All I had to do it with was a 10mm pistol with eighteen rounds, a knife, and a Pipboy 4000b. The Pipboy was pretty much a compass, with a clock and a light on it, that fit in my pocket.

As I was reminiscing, I tripped, falling face first into the dirt. I hefted myself up, wiping off the legs of my jumpsuit, looking back to see what I had tripped over. My heart leapt, seeing a human skeleton, with teeth marks on the bone.

"Encouraging," I muttered, "Wonder if whatever did that is still around?"
With a quick glance around, just to check, I hurried off, hoping that it had in fact left.





Author's note: This is more background, back to the main story next chapter. More paragraphy, not sure if the indents will stick.

[Organic]

It IS first person, but the overuse of I can become rather annoying after a while. It might just be a personal pet peeve to me, as my fourth grade writing tutor drilled that into me as I wrote stories in first person.

Favorite line:

spotting my pistol about five feet in front of me, under the claw of a mole rat.

[Kain]

Yeah, I noticed that too, I'll be cutting down on 'I' usage.

[sezna]

fallout=win
writing=win

but i do think paragraphs are a bit short/choppy

other than that, very good I had fun reading it

[Vin]

I loved this, but can you use paragraphs next time?

[iAKA]

I found it quite interesting, but as everyone said, kindly make use of paragraphs and also decrease the use of I.

I hurts the eye. Lol! xD