» Fri May 27, 2011 8:14 pm January 5th, 2277
I left my Vault today. It was a difficult decision, but the Overseer gave me little choice. Most of the Vault had been quarantined after a serious outbreak of an unknown disease. He told me to grab everything I needed, and take nothing I wanted. It was hard to say goodbye to him, more difficult than saying goodbye to my Red Ryder BB gun, or my baseball signed by the Vault's top Major Leagues player. He had become something of a father figure for me. My real father died over a decade ago, when I was only three. I can't remember his face. After grabbing my things, I headed for the exit. The Overseer met me there, and gave me a 9 millimeter handgun for protection, and two extra clips of ammunition.
He said that the world outside had become dangerous and tainted. It was no place for someone who had lived fifteen years in a Vault. Teary-eyed and well-packed, I bid farewell to the Overseer. I am beginning this journal as a viewpoint coming from a new Wastelander, for the day I finally return to the Vault. If I return to the Vault.
