Well, this is my first fanfic in english (please, accept my apologies for all the possible mistakes )

I hope you ejoy it!.

-STARK FEELINGS-

-GENRE: drama
-LENGH: one shot
-GAME: Fallout 3
-FEATURED CHARACTERS: the Lone Wanderer, Madison Li, James, Colonel Autumn
-CONTENT: spoilers of the main quest line!!!!!.

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When I left the Smith Cassey′s garage with my father in order to go to Rivet City, I was not aware that this time was going to be our last journey together.
The pale moon illuminated the devastated landscape of Capital Wasteland with its cold light. All around of us seemed touched by fire and death, a burnt field filled with the whisper of a breeze that always smells smoky.

-Let′s go!.

My dad′s voice broke the silence and he made me a gesture before starts to run towards our destination.

I followed him across the fields, letting behind us the abandoned garage, or rather, the Vault 112.

I was able to save dad of the malevolence of doctor Stanislaus Braun, who trapped dad and the inhabitants of the Vault, the people who Braun was supposed to take care about, in the simulated neighborhood Tranquility Lane. And tortured during two hundred years, since the end of the War in the surface, by the doctor, who used the simulation for unleash his sadism in order to amuse himself during that long period of time. The occupants of the vault, apparently, was not aware of they situation because the doctor wiped their memories after his “cruelty games”.

But now the games are finished.

With the help of the old woman Dithiers, the only occupant who was aware of their captivity, I found the failsafe and put the brakes on the sadic fantasies of doctor Braun. And now he is trapped alone in his pod.

Forever alone.

With the only company of the silent corpses of the people who mistakenly trusted him and put they lives in his hands with the false promise of living a perfect life until the War ends…

Dad was going ahead of me.

Maybe it sounds ridiculous or childish but the truth is that I felt safe in that moment. Walking together with the same destination in mind. It was long time since I saw him and I felt like the child that I was sometime ago. The child who he raised alone himself in the Vault 101. The only family that I had. With him I felt that nothing bad can happen to me, because dad always protected me.

And now…

I can see him through the screen of glass. I try to open it but it seems locked from inside.
A man that claims to be an Enclave′s Colonel is pointing him with a gun and now is ordering dad to hand over the project. The Purity Project, the effort of an entire life. The dream of my parents.

I take a look at the floor near dad. Janice Kaplinski is lying in the middle of a blood puddle. The Colonel shot her in an attempt to threaten my father.

I′m scared…I′m very, very scared... I can feel my own blood pulse hammering in my head...

“Please, dad…no”.

My whisper is like a prayer, but for who?.The Father Clifford, in the chapel of Rivet City, talks me about Santa Monica and God…but what kind of god walks across that world devastated by war?.

What′s that loud noise?...Oh, no…It′s the radiation alarm!...What′s happening now?.

-Get out of here!...Hurry!…

Dad is slowly slipping out to the floor…with his hands is trying to grasp to something…but he can′t…

Maybe it was an instinct, but I′m trying to hold daddy′s hands through the glass screen…it′s in vain…I can see daddy′s eyes…the light of life is vanishing slowly from his eyes…these sweet eyes which looked tenderly at me when I was worried about something…these eyes filled with love…

-We gotta get out of here!

Somebody is pulling my arm…I can only hear a distant voice... I can′t recognize doctor′s Li voice…I can only be aware of the image of my father lying unmoving on the floor…

The person who is taking me out of the room…I can′t recognize her just for a moment, but slowly she begins to look like Madison Li…and my awareness is awakening…

-James…is gone…

The stark sincerity of these words…sometimes the truth hurts more than bullets shot directly to one′s heart…true words are bullets shot to one′s soul…


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It's never easy to put your writing in front of an audience, especially if you are writing in a foreign language.

What I like about your short story (and it is very short, you could have added a lot more) are the feelings you convey. I can feel the trust the Lone Wanderer puts into her father and also the fear and sadness at the end.

The more you write in English, the better you will get. Make sure you use a spell and grammar checker, you will learn some rules about English grammar along the way. Nicely done!