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The Day I Woke Up!
Waking up to the sound of alarms, flashing lights and the news that my Dad had left the vault was the last thing I accepted. Getting in trouble for hacking into the G.O.A.T. so I do not become a janitor was the worst thing I ever did in my life. But now I am accused of some conspiracy having to do with my Dad that I know nothing about. I know I have to leave, but I want to say good bye to Amata 1st. Her Dad is acting crazy. One of his guards tried to kill me. What the HECK! I've never taken a life. It was like shooting cans with my Red Ryder accept it kicked and hurt my shoulder, I'll remember to brace myself next time. The blood, so much blood. And for what?! Because the Overseer thinks I have something to do with the chaos? And one of my few friends, the one who taught me everything I know about fixing computers died protecting my Dad. This has gone to far!
I see Amata through the window and here father doesn't see me yet. I motion to her and we met by the other door. I have to talk fast. She understands why I have to leave and I promise to come back. Then I hear the CLICK. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as her Dad yells, " Its over son."
It happened so fast then, but now I can recount every millisecond as if in slow motion. I see his face, he wants me dead. Amata screams, " No!' and I can tell he does not like that. He was distracted for just enough time for me to grab some junk off of the floor and hit him. I was not enough. It was so loud and it felt like a brick hit my side, then the pain hit a second later. As I fell so did the Overseer and I felt peace in knowing the vault was safe.
This is blurry. I had a dream of my friends asking what to do with me. Amata was crying. Then I was dragged outside the vault. When I awoke I was in a cave, bleeding, in pain and a note was left with me that said,
" This is best for the vault. You had no choice but to defend yourself from my Dad, but did you have to hit him so hard? We will need a new overseer now and I am hurt that 2 people I love have left the vault. Good bye Zon. I hope you find your father. You cannot come back, I hope you understand. You will be alright, 2 pellets from the shot gun made a clean exit. You have some supply's to help you, take some morphine if the pain gets unbearable.
-Amata"
My supplies: The Overseer's shot gun. Isn't life poetic! A few stimpacks, morphine, a bag filled with junk food, 3 bottles of water and my Pipboy.
The wasteland is not friendly to anyone, especially to someone not from the wastes. There are crazy people who shoot on sight just to see your stuff, animals that are just as hungry as you are. Mirelurks taste alright. Visiting settlements is no walk in the park either. I made the mistake of asking a guy by the name of Jericho about my Dad. He looked like he had been around. He was offended at my naive outlook on life. He did not take to well to the fact that I said I was born in a vault and was not used to the wasteland. I woke up outside of Megaton, my head ringing and aching. The beggar said I almost did not make it. Lucky for me the Children of the Atom freaks helped me after Moriarty's goons dragged me out of the saloon for causing trouble, leaving me with nothing. They even took the shirt off my back. Actually I still had my Pipboy, I could tell they tried to take it by the scuff marks on it. Before I lost my mind I wrapped it in dirty cloth I found on a old skeleton in a burned out house.
My mother was dead, my father missing with no leads as to how to find him, my entire world turned upside down, no friends, everyone is an enemy and I can't even trust myself. Every time I open my mouth it almost gets me killed. So I did what anyone would do in my case. I wandered. I wandered until it was time for me to die.
Many times I was noticed by the wild life of the wastes, but they left me alone. As if they and I understood each other. My bare feet became calloused and strong. I survived off of anything I could find. No one bothered me during this time of self discovery. Even the sadistic raiders saw me as having no value. As I sat watching them, they just made fun of me as if I was less of a human then they were. I sat on a rock as part of the landscape and watched people kill each other over a old fringe full of water. The only survivor killed by a scorpion, before he could open it to claim his prize. It was such a long time since I had fresh water. I've wandered for so long. In my heart I thanked the scorpion and she chittered in reply. I walked toward the fringe. With a feeling of victory I opened it and found purified water and a SMG with 3 rounds. The water tasted so good, but it needed to be hidden. I could not have anything anyone else wanted or the wasteland will claim me. In this moment of thought I began to remember all that happened up to this point. Everything I knew was proven wrong, all I loved taken from me, I became of no value and in this state the wasteland accepted me. I finally realized that I was on a path of self discovery and the wasteland would help me. The wasteland was my only friend.
Near by a bus which was mostly covered in rubble made a good shelter. I would not of noticed it unless my focus were aimed at its exact location when I came out of my trance. This became home.
I've really enjoyed Fallout 3. My 1st play through was about enjoying the story Bethesda wanted to tell. This second wander through the wasteland is more about me expressing my character named, " Zon ". A throw back to my pen and paper RPG days. I would like to share his journal with you. My 2nd play through has included many mods. You will find reference to these in the journal as well as glitches I have encountered written out as if a real person wandering through the Wasteland was leaving a journal behind for others to read. I plan on releasing a new page of this journal every week. Enjoy. You Children of the waste's
