As I investigated the light at the end of the rough-craved tunnel, I noticed the loud activation of mechanical equipment. I turned around to see the vault door sliding back into a sealed position. I ran back towards the vault door screaming to Amata to stop the door. Im not sure if she heard me or not because the door finally slide into place and sealed. I had missed my opportunity to re-enter the vault. I was now exiled and left to my own devices.
I lingered for a few minutes contimplating the complexity of my situation. As the minutes ticked on, I found myself reluctently shuffling back down the tunnel towards the light. At the end of the tunnel I found a rickity wood planked door barely holding to its hinges. A dry musty draft blew in through the gaps in the door leaving a dusty taste in my mouth. With a radiated deep breath, I kicked open the door and stepped out into the unknown.

The adventure I experienced would shock not only those still sheltered in the many vaults located across the county, but my father as well. Should the adventure be documented as survival guide to those who find themselves reborn to the surface world or left alone? The question waits to be answered.

I seem to have created some sort of fallout story trend, havent I... :celebration: :foodndrink: :celebrate: :dance:

Fanfic? Okay.