[Justin]

The year is 2297, the Capital Wasteland is now a desolant, isolated area. Their was two factions known as the Brotherhood of Steel and The Enclave, each had their own goals both moral and immoral but their lust for War ended humanity once again as the process of rebuilding it would indeed be very difficult. The Enclave dropped a new wave of Nuclear Bombs in 2294. Exactly three years ago and the population doesn't even have barely twenty people. Mutated creatures and Mutants are not the worry, before the war even happened they were defeated the only thing worth worrying about were Ghouls. They weren't normal Ghouls, every person in the Wasteland excluding the few that survived were Ghouls. They were more endurant, stronger, and hungrier. But their were those who survived in the midst of the destruction. The only Vault remaining was Vault 101, the same Vault the infamous Lone Wanderer had left. Even he was now a Ghoul. When the news broke out over the radio their would be an attack the Vault door was open, as many people took refuge there. When they entered inside the Vault was empty, their was nobody in sight as they survived the attacks.

Now a man named Mark Price was going to lead a group to the Commonwealth where everything was supposedly stable. Price was a very ambitious man, he embraced the survial instinct and was willing to kill to protect his allies. The Vault Weapons expert had left many weapons behind in the Vaults armory, these weapons would aid the Alliance as they called themselves in their venture. Now a few people would have to kill every Ghoul that stands between them and freedom as they scavenge what they can, and try to seek shelter. That journey will be hard and dangerous but each one of them have the survival instinct.

Name:Mark Price

Age:34
Gender:Male

Faction/Side:'The Alliance'

Appearance:Similar to Denzel Washington

Weapon(s):M110 Semi-Automatic Sniper. 2x Desert Eagle Pistols. Trench Knife

Armor/Clothing:Roverng Trader Outfit with Armor underneath it. Sunglasses.

Medical Items:Stimpacks. Blood Packs

Misc Items/Food & Drink:Mole Rat Meat. Purified Water.

Personality:Price is a determined and focused soldier, he never surrenders and has garnered a great deal of expierence roaming the Wasteland. He has a temper, and if he has pushed then blood will be spilt.

Bio:It is unknown where he grew up, but he worked for the Regulators and wore his badge with honour. When he heard the bombs would fall he had no time to return to the shack as he went to vault 101. For the past three years he's been held up there with the other survivors has they look for a way to the Commonwealth. He also his an expert with firearms mostly Silenced weapons as he worked his contracts with stealth. He will lead his troops up North in an attempt to gain freedom from the clutches of the Wasteland.



Name:Daniel Travers.

Gender:Male

Age: 48

Appearence: Brown ragged hair, green eyes, tan skin.

Weapons: 1 44.cal magnum, Spiked knuckles, Hunting Rifle with sling.

Medical items: Pre-War medical kit containing stimpacks/bandages etc.

Faction:The Alliance

Misc: Lockpicks,Screwdriver

Armor: Tinkered-with (strengthened) Leather armor

Personality: A quiet lonely man. Daniel is not to be messed with in a fight.

Bio:A former friend of the Lone Wanderer, daniel used to work in a factory that tinkered with radiation. He seems to have built up a resistance to the stuff.



Name:Jansen Shepard

Nickname:"Jans"

Eye Color:Blue-grey

Hair color:Ash-grey, just one shade away from jet black, which he wears tied back in a long hunters braid.

Height:5'4"

Bio/Appearence:Short and thin,but with muscular arms and legs from many years of hard labor,and a dusky complection,he has thin,sharp features.He is of Blackfoot indian ancestry and his father knew much of the tribal ways,he has grown up a skilled fighter, tracker, and hunter, proficent with both firearms and in hand to hand combat.He shirks command in favor of working around others abilities,but will take control of a failing situation if need be.

Armor/Clothing:A sturdy leather vest over a lightweight shirt and a pair of stitched and re-stitched jeans that used to be blue but are now the color of dust and mud.He has bandolier set will shotgun shells and a small satchel for storing food and medicine,as well as a canteen for water.

Food:A few loaves of hardened flatbread baked so that it never goes stale and a canteen of lightly irradiated water,safe enough to drink,but not very good tasting.

Medicine:Three syrenges of precious morphine and a half-full bottle of pain pills,along with some gauze and antibiotic spray.

Weapons:Tactical Shotgun with a folding stock. Taurus Judge .410/.45 Colt Revolver, loaded with a .410 every other round.

Ammunition:Twin bandoliers of 20 shotgun shells strapped across his chest, and 20 .410's and 20 .45 Colts o a bwlt bandolier.


Name: Josh Smith
Age: 28
Race: Caucasian
six: Male
Physical Appearance: Blue eyes, brown, shaggy hair, 5'10, 190 pounds. Lean build
Armor: Leather
Weapons: M4A1 Assault Rifle with stock sights, and a modified clip holding 35 bullets (total bullet count: 150)
Secondary: .44 Magnum (total bullet count: 50)
Misc: 4 stimpacks, chips and a Nuka-Cola



Name: William Lyons
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5"11'

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Color: Ghostly white

Hair Style: Shaved
Facial Features: Stubble around chin, a few scratches & bruises here and there, rounded face.
Other Appearances: Muscular, athletic build. Large feet.

Weapon(s):

- H&K MG4 w/ EOTech 552 Holographic Sight & Vertical Grip (Kept around his lower back)
- PP-19 Bizon w/ 4x ACOG Scope (Strap around the back of neck, being held down to side)
- Bronze Kukri w/ bone hand & steel sheeth (Strapped around upper back/shoulders)

Armor/Clothing:
- Regular Clothing - Dark brown T-Shirt under brown duster, Blue jeans, black steel toed/rubber soled boots.
- Armor - Old, old rusted Brotherhood of Steel Chest plate & Left Shoulder Plate. Combat armor leggings, with a brown back tied around the knee to hold misc. items. Back is protected by a Kevlar Vest and a backpack

Medicine/Misc. Items: 3 Stimpacks, 1 bottle of water.

Personality: Open to everyone, specifically his friends. Not afraid to speak his mind, and not afraid to hold his ground. Accepts any and all opinions/observations. Calm through bleak or seemingly hopeless situations. A very friendly person.

Bio: A member of the Lyons family, William was born directly into the brotherhood of steel. His childhood and teenage years were spent training, and never leaving the Brotherhood base of operations. His first time leaving - Age 16 - was also the first time he experienced battle. In the center of the Mall, his entire platoon was killed. Lyons and another were the only survivors, for one reason; they ran.

William became the only Lyons left, and also the only one who was never admitted into the Pride as a leader. Because of his cowardice, he was lowered in ranks, and sent into a nearly meaningless Brotherhood job. He was sent out to recreate the world.

Fast Forward...

The word of an attack came over the radio, and the door to 101 was opened. Lyons snapped, and left into his own world. Leaving everything, he managed to find a spot in the vault, and to safety. When he hear of a group leaving for the Commonwealth, he couldn't help but to leave with them.

((I Will post my starter shortly.))

[latrina]

Cant post yet, until a few others have.

[ashleigh bryden]

Mark was inside his room getting ready the last of his belongings. He stumbled across an old picture, which was tainted because of the age. The picture signified to him the virtues of the Regulators. He was embarking on a mission to find freedom, being the last group of people in the Wasteland he knew of him and his team had to make it to the Commonwealth. The water was scarce as the Water Chip in the Vault had malfunctioned. The Wasteland was now full of Ghouls who were stronger and more endurant than before. Mark dropped the picture in his backpack as he grabbed his Sniper Rifle. He broke into components and did the same with his pistol. He walked outside as he saw the other members of the Alliance. They seemed on edge and abit worried about the journey that lay in front of them.

"Yes, I know what you're all thinking. Will I be claimed the the vices of the Wasteland? No you will not, none of will submit to these monsters out there. I've dealt with many of them, and our journey will not be easy. But we all have the survival instinct, we have to prevail if we are to live our lives freely and with pride. I know what this second war has done to you and your lives, but it was inevitable. Now both of the two groups that could have actually rebuilt America to it's former self have been demolished. But in the Commonwealth their is a Brotherhood base. If we inform them of what happened they would be sure to send another fleet like before. The most important thing is we survived, and we have prevailed in getting this far. Now it's time to leave the confines of the Vault and pursue a chance at real freedom. Get your things ready, we're heading out in the morning."

The group all went to their quarters as Mark sat in the lobby. He unveiled a book. The book was leather and was coloured red, it's contents were very interesting. It was a book detailing the what life was like during the the second war, and how life was inside the Vault. He didn't want the group to know of the book for reasons nobody knows. He slipped it back in the bag as he walked into his bedroom. He filled a glass of water which was irradiated but was just about alright to drink. He laid back on his bed thinking of what would be instore for the Alliance, and if they could really withstand the harshness of the new Wasteland.

[Charles Mckinna]

OOC:Soory if my dudes a jerk, its the charicter.

Jansen laid back in a security guards post that had long been abandoned, clutching his shotgun like a child would a teddy bear, when he heard the electronic door open. The leader of their little group, Mark, entered the Veult door room and adressed the group with one of his annoying little speeches.

"Yes, I know what you're all thinking. Will I be claimed the the vices of the Wasteland? No you will not, none of will submit to these monsters out there. I've dealt with many of them, and our journey will not be easy. But we all have the survival instinct, we have to prevail if we are to live our lives freely and with pride. I know what this second war has done to you and your lives, but it was inevitable. Now both of the two groups that could have actually rebuild America to it's former self have been demolished. But in the Commonwealth their is a Brotherhood base. If we inform them of what happened they would be sure to send another fleet like before. The most important thing is we survived, and we have prevailed in getting this far. Now it's time to leave the confines of the Vault and pursue a chance at real freedom. Get your things ready, we're heading out in the morning."

All pretty, meaningless words. Hollow in their deciet as the man tried to inspire those who had lost all inspiration. Jansen just shrugged, picked up a whiskey bottle from beside him and took a long gulp of the auburn liquid.

Usually, Jansen didnt drink because of his need to be a alert, but now..whatever the hell. Besides, he actually had an amazing tolerance for the stuff. He then chucked the empty whiskey bottle at marks head. It miseed, of course, shattering against the wall, what reason would there be to knock out Mark, beyond shutting him up.

"We get it, your self rightious and drunk on the glory of being leader. This is reality though, so why dont you just shut the hell up and go do something useful for a change, okay?" Jansen muttered before standing p and stretching. It had been a rough week. Six near-death experiences in seven days. It was ALMOST a new record for him.

[Julie Serebrekoff]

OOC: Pressed enter on accident.

William Lyons stood behind, with his back against the wall, watching the others that he'd potentially spend the rest of his life with. He made sure to remember that, the rest of his life probably wouldn't last long. He did his best not to let it get to him, because he was normally the guy with the high moral; the one who argued with the downers; the one who said, "We'll make it, don't worry".

Lyons flinched, when he shifted and something stuck into his back. It was his coat, slung over his shoulder and pressed against the wall like he was. His bag was resting on his feet, so he wouldn't slide down the ground at certain angles. It was filled with his armor, two guns and blade. His backpack, carrying medicine and water, was held in his hand; he never let it leave him.

The day he left his own fight, and was loathed by the Brotherhood of Steel, he learned that water is the most important thing in the world. You could find food anywhere, it just depended on what you called food. But without water, you wont even be able to get to the food. Lyons wasn't a survivalist, in fact he was poor at living on his own, but he had some experience and useful information.

Someone dressed in a duster walked into the room. Lyons instantly recognized the badge on the chest; he was a regulator of the Wastes. It was nice to know that one of them was loyal to the laws, besides William himself, who took on the Regulator and Brotherhood laws the best he could. Maybe they could be the last form of the word the world has left. Wishful thinking.

Uplifting words. Then someone to ruin it. Lyons shook his head, and focused on the two speakers.

The leader. The Drunk, or maybe just The Jerk. Lyons looked at the others there, The Loner. The Average Joe. And, finally, me: The Shunned Fighter trying to redeem himself in the eyes of anyone. Unique.

Lyons threw his coat over his armor-holding bag, and threw his backpack over his left shoulder. He walked back, and out of the room, into the hallways of the large Vault. He's always been surprised that such a place could hold 1,000 people. It was surprising at first word, and still is now. He wondered how long the Vault had left. It's lasted years, and must be out of food, or somewhere close.

He continued to his quarters; a bland, silver room with a bright light, one bed, two chairs, a table, and a dresser. It was wonderful, and it blended in with the rest of the scenery all too well. It just reminded William about the outside, and how excited he was to see it again. He didn't put his hopes up, because he knew that it would be disgusting looking. It was the thought that really counted, right?

William locked his door, and threw his bags on top of the dresser. He jumped into his bed, but ignored putting on the covers. It was too warm in the room anyways, and he probably wouldn't get the chance to sleep. The morning, it was.

[Alada Vaginah]

Josh sat on the cold bench. He didn't know what to do, other than clean his gun. No one was really talking, just mumbling words here and there. And then, a man in a Regulator outfit came in, acting like he was the world's greatest leader even giving them a pep talk. Josh understood he was the leader, and for that he respected him, but what's with the pep talk? There isn't much to live for in general, what's the talk gonna help? But then, some apparently drunk fellow threw his bottle at the man.

"We get it, your self rightious and drunk on the glory of being leader. This is reality though, so why dont you just shut the hell up and go do something useful for a change, okay?" the man said.

"Hey look, man," Josh said, setting down his weapon, "he's trying to get us ready for what's out there. I agree, it's pointless, but if you can't be just a little bit more courteous, then shut the hell up and go somewhere else!" Josh finished angrily, trying his best to not get too heated. But what a jerk? What gives him the right to demoralize the only man who has moral? Nothing.

[Killah Bee]

It was now morning, Price woke up dazed and enraged at Jansen's outburst. He force him to go, and he knew if Jansen could be at least abit more positive about starting a new life then he would be grateful. He stroked his chin as he grabbed one of his pistols as he was sure Jansen was going to start something. It was rather unusual, the Vault was very quiet at this time and that was unexpected.

Price's mind drifted off to his last mission with the Regulators, his words to them implemented into his own moral goals. "I'll preach our story to others, and show them we can survive."

Going to the Commonwealth was a neccesary action, it was the most developed civilisation after the Great War as they had many food supplies and water. He knew the others felt uneasy about Price's plan, but they needed to trust him. He grabbed his back and put on his sunglasses. The hilt of his gun scabbarded at his Roving Trader Outfit. He walked outside and headed to the Vault entrance.

"What? You're looking at me like I've done something wrong. What did I do? I'm going to lead this operation whether you like this or not, so if you have a problem with that then get out of my way. You can all stay confined in this [censored]hole for all of eternity. And you Jansen, who the [censored] do you think you are? You have a problem with me I'll gladly end it."

He retrieved his pistol and directed it at Jansens head, Price wasn't afraid to the pull thge trigger. But Jansen stood motionless, he was a fearless man and didn't see any need to cower from Price.

"I'm giving you a warning, you can actually give some input and follow my orders or you can stay here and be the coward you are. Now I'm ready to leave, so if you've forgot something then that's your problem. Let's go."

Price pressed a button that opened the circular metal door as he waited for his associates to join him.

[Jynx Anthropic]

TYhe next morning, once the hasngover cleared, of course, Jansen noticed Price enter the room, apparently still half-asleep and pissed.

"What? You're looking at me like I've done something wrong. What did I do? I'm going to lead this operation whether you like this or not, so if you have a problem with that then get out of my way. You can all stay confined in this S***hole for all of eternity. And you Jansen, who the f*** do you think you are? You have a problem with me I'll gladly end it." The regulator shouted, unholstering his Deagle and aiming it at jansens head. Jansen didnt do anything.

Why should he give a [censored] what this guy thought. Damn lawman thought he was god. Jansen just yawned, stood up, and began to load and check his shotgun.

"Look. The world has gone to hell, admit it. It's what happened. So your little pep talks are just annoying now. The time for law and honor is over. Now is a time to survive. You look like you can handle a gun and have all o' these guys practically kissing the ground you walk on, so I'll stick with you. Just dont get us all killed, shastlaq? Jansen ended the tirade with the old blackfoor word for "You understand", and then set to work packing.

Food, water, meds, guns, ammo. It was all he needed and thus all he was taking. Strapped across his chest were 40 shotgun shells set into a pair of bandoliers, and his belt hel plenty of ammunition for his revolver.

A canteen was affixed to the front of his jacket, filled with enough water to last hikm a little while, and in his bag was the standard medical gear and a weeks worth of food. Jansen pumped his shotgun to load a shell, cheacked his revolver, and waited at he vault entrance for the others, apparently not in the mood for a conversation.

[Crystal Clear]

OOC: sorry if im a bit late. things happened.

Daniel had packed the last of his belongings until he found a picture of him and his childhood friend The Lone Wanderer. "Idiot." he threw it to the floor. Right after putting on his armor and weapons Daniel heard squeeks outside. *squeek!* *squeek* Daniel grabbed his magnum and fired at the Radroaches. "Little F**ckers." so Daniel sat down and wondered... "What do we do now?" Then he went to the vault door and saw Jensen. "hey i heard Mark yelling at you. what the hell does he want?" "Meh he`s just being a Jack***." then Daniel turned and waited for others.

[Kellymarie Heppell]

Lyons woke up from his peaceful sleep by the extremely irritating sound of his alarm. The screech like sounds filled his room, bouncing off the wall, trapped. He rubbed his eyes, then punched the alarm clock's Snooze button. He sat up on his bed, and then turned the clock off all together. Won't be needing this, anymore.

He fell asleep fully dressed, and clean, and ready to leave instantly. He grabbed his bag, and backpack, and rushed out his room door to the Vault entrance. On his way, he received scowls, and people laughing as he walked. Some whispered to each other, obviously making claims that the group would die out in the Waste. Everyone's support really boasted William's all ready low confidence. But he shrugged it off, Whatever.

William kept all his weapons battle ready; all it took was a quick arm movement to grab any of his weapons. But, he prayed to God that he wouldn't even have to use them. He knew it was useless, but it was the thought that counted, right? His armor was tucked away, and he'd put it on at the entrance before the sunlight.

Sunlight. It's been years since William last saw the Sun, or felt it beating down on his skin. The artificial light in the Vault would never suffice to the perfection of the Sun's. He had to admit though, they did a nice job having people live in a giant tanning bed. He wondered if anyone got skin cancer from living in the Vault. His mind wandered.

He came up quickly with the others, all waiting for each other. Daniel, Jansen, Price, but Josh was still absent. Smiling, William said, "Glad I'm not late."

[Ysabelle]

((I'm waiting for Erandur to post so we're all here for when we leave.))

[Emilie Joseph]

OOC: Little late, sorry.

IC: Josh awoke late, and it was as if he knew it. He picked up his M4A1 and he ran to the entrance. There he saw all of the people, waiting on him. How embarrassing he thought, last one again.

"Sorry I'm late, I was...uh... well damn, I was just sleeping. My bad." he said to them, and walked to the leader. "Are we ready now that I'm here? Or are we doing something else?" He took the spare time to adjust his armor and snap the buttons that connected his gun to his back. He then put his .44 magnum in his boot. Now he was ready.

[SHAWNNA-KAY]

Price glared at Josh.

"Good you've finally decided to turn up, I hope you have everything.

He turned around and faced the group.

"Now that everyones here, we're ready to go. I hope you all no what you're in for during this journey. It won't be easy."

Price's words were implemented into everyones minds. Everyone was thinking to themselves. Can I survive this? Is this really worth it? Freedom is what the goal is but the fact of the matter is none of them could reach their goal. Price walked a few steps to the Entrance, with his crew following shortly behind him. He was worried things would also fail, but he wasn't going to give up not now. The crew didn't know Price's journey was also about delivering his book and making copies so people could know the story of the Wasteland, and life during the Second war.

As far as he was concerned the group were just an addition in his journey, in return for their help the gain freedom. But he never really cared for any of them. In the Vault he was the most experienced Wastelander so he became the leader of the Alliance. As he drew closer to the door he could narrowly see the sunlight. Everyone stopped to a halt as he approached the door.

Everyone was now at the Vault Entrance, Price slowly opened the door as he walked outside. The sun shimmered upon his Sunglasses, as he took them off. The others were behind him as he glared around, he scoped the area looking for any hostile targets. He knew the Ghouls were near but they had become much wiser than before. The instinct they once had to just leap out of nowwhere and attack them on sight had vanquished. Now they're more sensible and use stealth as an element.

Their was nothing left but rubble, most buildings were demolished but they saw a large tower in the distance. They were going to need a place to sleep as Price knew none of them got no sleep lastnight and they weren't going to be aware of the dangers throughout the Wasteland. He turned around and faced them all.

"I no none of you got any sleep lastnight which means you're useless to me. Their is a tower straight ahead, it'll be a couple of miles but it'll be a start. Watch out for Ghouls, these things are way more dangerous after what happened in the Second war. Follow me to the tower, their we will rest until tomorrow morning. Come on let's go."

Price walked down the road of rubble, he was defiant as the journey began. He awaited his team to follow him.

[Avril Churchill]

"I bet you are." Josh replied, following Mark and the other's to the entrance. They walked for no longer than five minutes before they were at the entrance, and then Price opened the door of the Vault. The Wasteland was just as they left it.... A Wasteland. Price walked down a little further before saying something,

"I know none of you got any sleep last night which means you're useless to me. Their is a tower straight ahead, it'll be a couple of miles but it'll be a start. Watch out for Ghouls, these things are way more dangerous after what happened in the Second war. Follow me to the tower, their we will rest until tomorrow morning. Come on let's go."

And Josh followed. A little behind Price. He was annoyed that Price kept looking back to see if everyone was following.

"Price, you don't have to keep looking back. If they aren't following, then their no use to the rest of us. Please, just keep going." Josh said, in a harsh tone. He didn't know why he was so on-edge, he guessed because they awoke so early. Even so, he was late, so he got more sleep than them.

[El Khatiri]

OCC: I wont be Joining till later, ill try and catch up!

Name: Adam Brown

Age: 44

Race: Hispanic

Gender:Male

Faction:'The Alliance'

Appearance: Red skin, Black short hair he kept tied in a pony tail and let the front sort hand, brown eyes and has a scar under his right eye over his cheek, stands at 5 ft 9, slight muscular build

Weapon(s): MP4 Assualt Rifle w/shoulder strap, x2 #M1280/L Peacemaker revolvers,

Armor/Clothing: Brown camo pants, black army issued boots, white t-shirt with a brown colored thick bullet-proof like vest, a stachel he carries medacine, food and his compass, a belt with 2 holsters and where he keeps ammo,

Medical Items: Stimpacks, Bloodpacks, Rad-Away, Rad-X, and Physcho

Misc Items/Food & Drink: Purified water, dandy boy apples, salsabury steak, canned goods

Personality: Adam is a loyal soldier and loyal soldier to the Alliance, his history with weapons and medicinal experience has made him a determined soldier and doctor

Bio: Where he was Born? Megaton, where he resided? Smith Casey's Garage, once he found the garage he noticed an underground passge, lead to a place known as Vault 112, the door was open when he got inside, before the bombs fell he gathered radio equipment and food, medicinal, ammunition and gun supples and took several trained soldiers, and few wastelanders to Vault 112, he deacvitvated the Simulated-Luxory Loungers and programned them to make[censored] beds.

After the bombs fell he and his crew recieved radio tranmissions from Vault 101 as he left a note in the Overseer's office for survivors of 101 to contact them using radio equipment he salvaged and kept a seperate set in 101 and 112, there after the Bombs fell, Adam and his group joined the Alliance, He became their leader and Agreed to give Mark Price Command over his branch of the Alliance when they meet.

With Price's branch of the Alliance set out, Adam's branch will soon be following behind them.



ICC:


Adam wakes in the lounger, he looks at the control panel to the side and opens, along with the other 8 loungers him and his men, slept for long hours, all around the room, alliance soldiers and wastelanders who can't fight need their protection. He gets up and walks to the radio equipment and theres a recordeded message from Vault 101. after a brief transmission Adam walks over to his loungerm buts on his vest, grabs his satchel and his assault rifle he gets on a table a yells for all to wake up.

"Get UP! Get UP Everyone! we are way behind schedule! our allies from 101 have left an hour ago, we are behind, Wallus, James grab your equipment and open the door, we've been inside since the bombs dropped! everyone who cant find, grab all the supplies you can carry, only what you need till we reach the others! Soldiers, Arm UP!" he says, everyone getting up, mostly wastelanders, some are dead, i thinks the tension and the stress of the bombs dropping must have been tough their hearts couldn't handle it anymore.

He does a head count of thirteen wastelanders, and eightteen alliance troops, he thinks to the day when the bombs dropped, he saved everyone he could, he remembers meeting the lone wanderer, offering him shelter but he refuses, "ungrateful bastard" he thinks to himself, " Ghoul he is..." he says again, after ordering everyone to meet at the door he grabs the radio equipment and leaves a recorded message for all with surviving, working radio equipment;

"This is Adam Brown of the Alliance, if you are listening to this we left Vault 112 to journey to the Commonwelth, all survivors who are out there can meet up with us, we well be hiking towards the remains of Megaton. Bring medical supplies and ammo if you will join us. be aware there are ghouls out there, ghouls who are mindless physcotic animals now, these monsters are not to be triffled with! Respond to this radio message if you are out there! this message is recorded and will play back!" he says into the mic and puts the message on playback, he grabs his radio set, picks up his MP4 Assault rifle, and his revolvers and heads to the door.

He buds through the crowd and reaches the door control, he sets the number code 000112 and as they stand before it the large thick circuler door slides open.

"Alright lets head out, Adams, Mackenzie, Jackson and Collen, stay and guard the rear, James, Alvin, Rick, Anthony, stay up here with me and you wastelanders, stay between us... lets head out" he says ordering everyone like he was the last great hope these people had, he cocks his rifle and they all head through the door, up the stairs through the dry damp corrider and through the main room, he pulls down the switch to the garage but the blinding light shines through to where the garage used to be.

"My god... its all gone-" Alvin complains, before being interupted by Mackenzie, "Oh shut up, its still the same wasteland but its creatures... well ghouls even more iiradiated, its just the garage thats missing" he says, "Anthony stay on the radio equipment and hopes the branch from 101 has their radio set, lets hope someone who surived the radiation is still... normal out here, less likely we'll get a response but we need to try... now lets go try and meet up with them" he says.

Hours and hours, walking and walking, the hot sun roaring with heat, of course they walked for hours. hoping for a radio response but they keep walking.

[Daddy Cool!]

((Well is there anyone else going to post?))

[*Chloe*]

I'm droppin' out. Sorry.

[Ells]

The sunlight blinded Lyons for what seemed like an eternity. He shut his eyes tight, and supplied them with shade from his forearm and hand. Slowly, he started to open his eyes into a squint. After what Lyons thought was hours, his eyes adjusted to the Sun above. He opened his eyes wide, and his mouth opened at the sight of the barren wasteland. It looked the same, like there was really no second war.

The buildings off in the distance seemed to be fewer than he remembered, but that wasn't exactly a bad thing; considering all the fights the Brotherhood had in the Mall, and D.C. Ruins. He looked across the landscape, and laughed out loud. He patted the nearest man on the back. And ran out just ahead of everyone else. He turned around, and cupped his hands around his mouth.

"Can you believe it? I missed the light so-" His celebration was cut short. He lost his control, and something happened. Dammit, this is what I deserve, I guess.

Time slowed, he looked down, and saw a very interesting sight. The arm of a Ghoul was sticking from the desert ground, and it soon turned into the whole Ghoul in seconds. Lyons fell, and the monster jumped on top of his and opened it's mouth. It overpowered Lyons, and stretched it's neck out to bite at William.

"Jesus!" He yelled, as he tried to fight the cannibalistic monster off of him. "HELP!"

[Sweets Sweets]

"Son of a-" That's all Josh could get out. He saw the ghoul attack Lyons, and he ran to help. He pulled his M4A1 off his back and aimed at the arm of the ghoul. He pulled the trigger once, sending a rusty bullet into the arm of the creature, taking the whole arm off. He couldn't aim anywhere else, in fear that he might shoot Lyons, so he pulled out his knife and stabbed the creature in the back. It moaned in pain, and jumped off William. Unfortunately for Josh, he was the next target. He jumped on him and scratched the hell out of his neck.

"Repay the favor, William!" he yelled, praying to God he wouldn't die, not right now.

[Rozlyn Robinson]

((OOC: Don't let this die, c'mon!))

Lyons jumped to his feet, and looked to the source of yells. To his horror, he saw the man who just saved him was getting mauled by the Ghoul. No more disrespect, William thought to himself. He muttered a curse word, and twisted his torso around; the strap around his neck flew perfectly, and his Bizon fit perfectly into his hands.

Without any hesitation, and with almost no time to spare, William looked through the ACOG Scope of the gun, and held down the trigger; blasting the monster away from Josh. He dropped the gun from his hands, and let it hang around his neck.

He skipped past Josh a few feet, and looked down at the twitching body of the Ghoul. It hissed, but before it could fully open it's mouth, Lyons pulled the Kukri from his back and shoved it into the thing's neck.

Shaking his head, William said, "Those things are too [censored] strong now. Josh, are you okay? I guess that was a quick way to return the favor." Lyons chuckled, and held his hand out to help Josh up.

[asako]

Adam looking around, the hot sun made all of them smell like sweat, and gross raunchy smelling brahmin, "Johnson, any radio pvssyr from 101 yet... better yet i wanna know if they have they're radio equipment~" he yell, Walking, walking for hours, they stop for a lunch break, all they have is canned good, nothing more, nothing less, Adam heres a slight Cry, he picks up his ridle and locks it into fire mode, right away he sees ghouls charging them from the east.

"Lock n Load boys we got company" he yells, him and 5 other soldiers run towards then unleashing a volley of bullets and shells upon them, Adam takes down 2 ghouls and stops to load, a ghoul jumps on Adam and tries to bite him, his friend Mackenzie runs to help Adam and uses a machete to cut the ghouls head off spewing blood on both of them, Adams picks up his M4 and hands it over his shoulder and unholsters his peacemaker revolers and starts shooting till one goes down, A ghoul jumps on one Private and kills him...

OCC: a short post

[jadie kell]

((I'm glad people are posting again. I'm not going to let this die as long as you're all willing to to commit yourselves.))

Price glared around, his eyes fixated on the people he saw in the horizon. The men were wearing jumpsuits as they were fighting off a horde of Ghouls. Price grabbed his M110 and looked through the scope. He always had a keen eye for killing Ghouls. He pulled the trigger and took out one, and he continued to take them out. The momentum was on his side. A little drop of blood fell from his nose, ignoring it he continued taking out the Ghouls. Lyons and Josh backed him up as they eventually dismembered the army of Ghouls.

Price turned to his friends, the blood still dripping from his nose as he blatantly thought it was just a minor nose bleed. He looked dazed and tired but had the determination to fight on. He put his rifle away as he took a gulp of his water he began to savour the taste as it wouldn't be a familar occurance.

"I've recieved word of a message to the Vault 101 frequency, those Vault Dwellers down the hill we'll join with them. But first we have to get to the shack and we'll be more prepared."

He limped down the hill as the weakness had spurred upon him, he didn't delve into it though. They eventually reached the shack as he opened the door, unveiling an armory covered with weapons and armor. He turned around to the men.

"Their are alot of weapons here so take your pick, when we head out tomorrow it'll be inevitable we'll encounter alot of radiation. I've prepared Radiation suits with a hood and Gas Mask for each of you. We'll have to leave early so make sure to get some sleep.

Price walked into his room as he lied on the bed, this shack was all that was left of the Regulators legacy. He grabbed a picture on the locker, the picture was of him and his wife. After the news had broke out of a second war Price's wife Lisa ventured to her home in Rivet City as her fate remained uncertain. Price was a survivor he built himself on adrenaline and the will to fight on. His book would show the world the harshness of the Wasteland and the pain that has been caused. It strapped his Rifle onto his Radiation Suit and slipped his Pistol inside one of the pockets as he tried to get some sleep. But he knew he wouldn't, because his mind was consumed with many thoughts mostly of his wife and the Alliance. He wanted to believe they could be successful, but some part of his mind kept telling him they wouldn't.

[Antony Holdsworth]

OCC: im ready to play this RP till i die! (in real that is)

As the night had come Johnson walked up to Adam, hands him a radio set in Adams tent, a small camp that the alliance made, all in a circle, the wasters all had to share 3 tents to themselves as Alliance troops shared 4, Adam had his own, Adam grabs the radio and holds the mic up to his mouth.

"We recieved word from the dwellers of 101, they have their radio with them, as they have told me they are in a shack, cordinates are here" Johnson says to Adam
"Greatly apreciated John, Dismissed" he says
"This is Commander Adam, 101 are you there? this is 112 commander adam, please respond" he says into the mic and puts the message on repeat, "Mackenzie, come and get me if they respond!" he orders

Adam walking out of his tent to gaze upon the moon, the stars, it reminded him of his wife who had fell due to exhuastion from the trip from Megaton to the secret vault 112, before the bombs dropped, he drops a tear and heads to the middle of camp, and watches the fire, so red and orange, reminds him of the times he had with Talon Company.

Adam, uncertain if they will make the journey, uncertain if they will meet up with his comrades from 101, he goes to the pac brahmin they had kept in the entrance of the vault door, breathing masks but no radiation suits, of course they would have to split up with them if they ever meet to find a less irradiated zone so they could meet up, one can only hope he says to himself, he walks back into his tent and gets back on the radio.

"This is Commander Adam Brown, if there is anyone out there, in the wastes, please respond if you are Alliance or survivors! This is Commander Adam, Alliance commander, for any wastelanders who survived the second war, be warned, you probably encountered ghouls, not feral, or regular, just, purel insane ghouls who have become, genicital monstrocities, be careful, these new breed of Ghoul is faster, stronger and more agile, ever come upon them, be careful, they can jump high to where they can come ontop of you, kill them with either weapon, for quick kill, a shot to the head if you are a marksmen.
If this is 101 Alliance squad please respond, this is Commander Adam of the 112 Alliance branch, this message is on repeat" he speaks into the mic and sets it down to wait for a respond...

"Adam, its likely there are no survivors..." Mackenzie says

"Have hope Mack, have hope..." Adams says with the sense of worry and doubt that he has about himself, but why does he try? he tries to have hope for the people he leads, to the Comonwealth the go in the morning in Hopes 101 will wait for them.