Vault Thirteen was his home, his life, his family. That would all change tomorrow afternoon, when he would discover what the ruins of California are really like. They called him, Stephen. He was a sixteen-year-old kid, who was smart and charismatic, but rather physically weak. His aim with a pistol was superb, he knew first-aid, and how to get people to think he was telling the truth.
"Greetings residents of Vault Thirteen, this is the Overseer speaking," the intercom buzzed. "Tomorrow, the following residents must come to my office, Stephen Smith, Max Stone, Natalia, and Albert." Stephen rose a brow that he would have to meet with the Overseer tomorrow, along with his girlfriend, one of the vault's thugs, and the vault's lawyer. He sipped his nuka-cola, until not a drop remained then he shoved it into one of the garbage cans.
Hastily, the young Mr. Smith went to bed after he finished his dinner and let the blankets consume him. Within minutes sleep had taken control of his mind. When he awoke, the intercom buzzed oncemore, "The names mentioned yesterday, please report to my office on level three immediately." Hastily he put on his jumpsuit and headed for the elevator. He pressed the button with a "3" on it and down he went. The elevator quickly went down and opened its steel doors. Carefully he walked over to a door labeled "Overseer's Office" and entered.
Overseer Jacoren frowned as he saw the others walk in. "Sadly, our waterchip has broken and one of you must go out and get us another one, there is one in Vault 15." We all gasped (except Max) at the thought of no pure water left. Natalia started to shake with fear, while Albert just stood there in shock. Max just stood there, too stupid to know what no pure water meant due to an accident when he was a baby.
Stephen raised his hand, "I'll go." Once again, Natalia and Albert gasped. The Overseer nodded and opened a chest behind his desk. Natalia kissed Stephen, knowing it might be the last time they got to see each other. Finally Overseer Jacoren handed him a ten millimeter pistol with forty-eight JPR-bullets, two stimpacks, and a knife. The young teenager, Mr. Smith was unaware of what would happen once he left the vault, he didn't expect to survive long, but he loved Natalia so much he wouldn't take the risk of her going...