My daddy, told me, "You won't make it a minute outside the vault. The outside isn't made for scared little [censored] like you." That hurt me, especially hearing it come from my own father. So later that day, I rounded up my brothers, and we broke Daddy's rule, and went outside of the vault. It was beautiful. The Mojave heat beamed at my face. It felt really good being outside. I wandered, and wandered, and wandered. And me and my brothers, saw it. The Deathclaw. Being the "scared little [censored]" I was, I screamed and ran as the beast sprinted towards us. I was the only one that outran it, while my brothers, were mauled. After what felt like an eternity of running, I just couldn't do it anymore. I stopped, and waited for my death. And that was when the Deathclaw fell to its death. Dad ended its life with his plasma rifle. And he told me, "We can't go back to the vault. We need to go somewhere else." And we abandoned our home, and Daddy trained me to become the man I am today.

(I am The Hunter. You are the hunted. I am the predator. You are my prey. You better run as fast as you can, before you see the end of your days,)

What?

You can meet me at Freeside hangin' out with the Kings if you want to talk more about the subject.

Whut?

Fan fic? There's a http://www.gamesas.com/forum/42-fallout-artwork-and-fan-fiction/ for that.