I awoke today to the all to familiar ringing in my left ear. My wife says its getting worse, I don't understand how though.

--Chapter 1--

They say its getting bad, like too bad. No one even remembers why it started. My Sergeant says we'll be headin north in the morning. I've heard good things about Alaska, and so has the rest of my squad. None of us understand why we're going, the Chinese are already gone...we've already won....here at least. I suppose i should call my wife, Catie. I can't seem to remember her number, or want to i guess. It's getting dark out now. We should be packing but everyone is writing, myself included. Better get some sleep, we'll see what happens tomorrow.

1-2
It's early. Real early. I miss the sun. It seems we always move at night. Cold mornings are the worst. Good thing California is warm. I must have missed more news then i thought, we we're ambushed entering Washington today. They we're Chinese....we weren't prepared. Lost some good men, it happens. At least our gear is fine.
Upon entering Canada we hit American checkpoints. Makes me think what was, and what will be. Guess it's not important, not here....not now. The Sergeant says we'll be stuck here for a few days. They have me on a computer decoding a message we intercepted. I'm no good at this crap. "Put Peterson on it." I said, they didn't listen. If the Canadians here we're worth anything, they could have done this, and saved the men we lost in Washington. Mounties shouldn't fight wars...they're bad at it. The message says more are coming, but through Mexico. Things are getting strange now...I'm missing something. It says here they'll launch a "Salvo". Not sure what it is but I don't like how it sounds. I need to get this to my CO.

1-3
Heh....ambushed again. No casualties this time, injuries are heavy however. A damned grenade hit my helmet. My ear has been bleeding since then. The ringing is annoying, but not as bad as watching friends die. At least we're moving now. The CO says it'll take days to get the message I decoded to the Pentagon. Here's to hoping it gets there on time. Damn....flask is empty. It's gonna be a long drive. Eighty miles to the next checkpoint. They say these nuclear cars should run better...it doesn't. Feels like driving a skateboard through the Rocky's.
Another ambush, another casualty. Well, we got sun at least. Morale seems high, excluding myself of course. I miss my daughter, and my wife. I miss Ohio. I miss...farmland? I must be losing it. Checkpoint's coming up soon, we should be in Alaska by 1900. I'll write more if I get there.

Interesting story, I enjoyed reading it and this idea has only been done very few times. Pre-War stories are hard to pull off but you may be one of the few Writers that manage to do it. Continue with it and try and make some of your sentences longer, replace some of those periods with commas hmm? Loving it though, please continue.

--Chapter 2--

Alaska is beautiful, but something seems odd. The residents seem shallow, defeated. Must have been one helluva fight to shake em up like this. We've been patrolling all morning, looking for the random Chinese stragglers. They don't take well to being captive. They don't die easy either. This is nothing like the simulation i went through in DC. They're fierce, fast, and loud. We thought all that remained we're scattered patrols with broken radios.
We we're wrong.

2-2

I got me a prisoner today, I even got to interrogate him. He said he received the order to retreat yet he stayed. He told me I'd never understand. I said "Good" and killed him. There's plenty more to get information out of.
I was told I'm leading a firing squad into the mountains tomorrow. Sounds like a promotion if it goes well. My objective is to capture enemy information from a Chinese temp camp. I'll write how it went when I get back. Lights out for now.

--Chapter 3--

The camp is....deserted to say the least. It's eerie but feels so familiar. I can smell the dead Chinese all around. They rigged up the computer to blow somehow, now the ringing is worse. The medic has morphine! Thank God! I had him lead us back....he got us lost. Stupidest doctor in the unit, I swear to you this much. Ran into two Chinese on the mountain-side. We preformed a field interrogation before throwing em off the cliff. Know we know what a "salvo" is...it's not good.

--3-2--

A whole day late getting back to camp and things still seem the same, even though i told everyone whats going to happen. They listen but don't hear me. Well, maybe they do and i don't hear them. This damned ringing is fogging my judgment. I can't tell anymore.
The Sergeant says it's urgent for the pentagon to hear it, so he's sending me back with the next medical out-put. I'll be on guard duty of course, not an exciting job but it puts food in my daughter.

--3-3--

I can't believe I'm leaving Alaska already. Our route takes us through Canada down through New York. Closest I've been to my daughter in years. God I miss her. I'll be back in America in 3 days, hopefully. We pick up America radio now, which is fantastic. Reminds me of home....except for Catie. I know she's lying....but who isn't anymore, eh? Hah! look at me pickin up on the local language. Makes the medics laugh. It's good to hear laughing in a time like this, it's a rarity however.
I should be at the pentagon tomorrow morning, 0800 sharp. I'll write more then.

Chapter 4

The General isn't happy. He says based on my information, mixed with what he has, he can figure out when we'll be hit. I don't like the sound of that. What does he mean by "we"? Alaska i hope, far far away from my daughter...I can't even remember her name...damned ringing. I was honored with the presence of the President himself. This is big, real big.
I need to get my family to a Vault. I need to talk to them now.

--4-2--
They wont let me call anyone. They say I'm a security risk, I can't even crap without a suit staring at me. No radio, no newspapers...i can't keep up on anything. They took me to a Vault and I'm absolutely terrified, not for myself, but for everyone who isn't in one. Catie....my daughter....my mother, father, brother. Oh no! My brother! He's stationed in Russia! Last i heard, Russia teamed with China, but i don't know for sure. Everything seems to be twisted, distorted in some way. The walls are closing in, the ringing is unbearable! I need to to get away! I'm breaking outta here as soon as i can. I need to get to Ohio to save my family, after-all, they're more important then these suits, and politicians. I'll let you know how it goes, if i get out that is.

Chapter 5

The way it looks, I can make it home in 3 days on foot, less then one if I manage to get a car, or a ride. I'll hitchhike as much as I can. I'm not taking anything with me, that should hold off the search a few hours at least. Walking out the front isn't and option. But the sewers seem valid to get me near the White-house. Might take a few extra hours, but its worth it...i hope.

--5-2--

The sewers stink but I'm not surprised. An un-eventful walk in the dark isn't the worst I've had this month. The smell is making my ear ring more. I just want it to stop! I'll tough it out as long as i can, but I'm nearly there. I can see the light poking through the sides of the man-hole. Just a little push and i should be out. It doesn't budge...whats going on? I push again with all my might, feeling the cast-iron ladder bending under my feet, i pop my head through to see i knocked some poor sap on his butt. I lift him up, brush him off and apologize. To my amazement, he claims to recognize me from the paper. I don't know why, and don't ask. I need to get to Ohio and I've got a ways to go.

--5-3--

Hitchhiking is boring, but I'm making great time. Mostly rich kids in their parents cars with the radio loud. My ear keeps bleeding and it's getting worse. If i have to make up another lie as to why its bleeding I'll scream.
"Welcome to Ohio" the sign says. nearly there, just a few more miles to Cleveland on the lake. I need to get them to the Vault, i hope she signed up like i told her to.
*Knock knock* I pound on the door, but I can't hear it on my left side. The ringing is almost unbearable, but I'll endure to see my wife. She opens the door, and looks at me in amazement. She doesnt say anything but hugs me...it's warm...personal...I've missed her. I don't see my daughter.
"Where is she?" I ask.
"My mothers." She responds.
I sigh heavily..I know it's too late....for all of us.

Final Chapter

The ringing seems different this time. It's more like an air-horn. Catie hears it too? Weird....wait, maybe it's...no...it couldn't be. I see a flash then i feel a sharp pain in my side. I wake up in a field, but my face is...different. I sound different. Somethings not right. I look up and see the world in a whole new way...it's foggy. I can see smoke, but even that seems dull. Concussion? Maybe.
I look up as far as i can to see Catie's skirt, but she looks different too. Sounds different, feels different...We're changing..this fast? I cant feel the heat from the fire, and all I hear is the ringing! My face is falling off, her face is too. Am i dying? Is she dying? I have no idea...Even a stupid medic would be good at this time.

--6-2--

It's been a long time since then. Catie's still my wife, but we've moved west. The Enclave are nuts, and the Brotherhood out east hates our kind. They call us zombies, ferals or the universal "Ghoul". I like ghoul the best, I think I'll go by that from now on. Nevada is decent, I still cant hear anything except for this ringing. My wife says it's getting worse. I don't understand how.....

Why am I alive? How did I live? Wheres my daughter? Maybe I'll just end it...not like Hell can be worse then this....

--6-3--

I've found purpose after 60 years. They say being a ghoul now, a decrepit shell of what was once a man, I'll live a very very long time. Might as well help people. I started studying medicine with a group of our kind here. We all live together and the Brotherhood is starting to hate us here too. We'll be heading back east soon. I can finally hear again! Thank...heh...who should i thank for Med-X? God is all but lost, I'll thank Catie. It's nice to hear her say "You're welcome". I cried for the first time in nearly 80 years today, no tears came out. I don't mind.

--6-4--

We're heading east with a sympathetic group of Brotherhood led by some old guy named Lions or something...He spells it like a communist...whatever. To DC I go!
Maybe We'll stop to look for my daughter...regardless of what we do, I'm ditching this book in Las Vegas. The memories are too painful.

Goodbye, reader.

Well, let me know what ya think.

That was pretty good. Not bad for your first fan-fic. I like the way you said Lyons spells his name like a communist. That was pretty funny.

Thanks brudda! I'll be sure to put more then 90 minutes into my next one