He woke up in a dangerous world, wondering what the hell happened to him. He takes a look around and sees big green dudes shooting huge armored people with miniguns. What happened?
This is basically Fallout 4, but if I was in it, and if it was more...
As we walked up to Elder Maxson, I noticed he was giving a speech. Didn't know what, but it sounded serious.
After he got finished with his speech, Initiate Rose saluted and started to talk.
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Initiate-Rose: Sir, this kid was laying on the ground in his underwear when we found him. We believe he has some kind of amnesia, sir.
Elder-Maxson: I see. Good job on saving him Initiate. I'll tell Proctor-Ingram to reward you and your squad with some new gear later.
Initiate-Rose: Thank you, Sir!
Elder-Maxson: But first, take him over to Captain-Cade to check his health. He looks too clean and healthy to be a scaver...
So when I met with Captain-Cade, he told me to sit at the table so he could check my health.
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Captain-Cade: Let's see... *checks heartbeat* Seems healthier than average...
Then, he checked in my ears.
Captain-Cade: Looks pretty good. *puts the tool away and grabs that tongue stick thing* Open your mouth for me, please.
I opened my mouth and he observed the inside.
Captain-Cade: Oh my... You seem to be missing your tonsils. Not only that, but your teeth are pearly white.
Initiate-Rose: Could he be a vault dweller or something?
Captain-Cade: I've never seen anyone as healthy. The last person I saw this healthy, was Sentinal-Nate.
Initiate-Rose: Ah, I heard about him. He was a vault dweller.
Captain-Cade: Yes, he was.
After some more tests, we concluded that I obviously had amnesia.
Captain-Cade: Only question is, what caused it?
Right after, Knight-Cassandra walked in with her armor off and just her regular jumpsuit. Which by the way, was pretty tight on her. And she was pretty easy on the eyes.
Knight-Cassandra: Well, Well... He looks like a pureblood brotherhood initiate.
Captain-Cade: Coming to check up on him? Well, good news and bad news...
Knight-Cassandra: Bad news.
Captain-Cade: He definitely has amnesia.
Knight-Cassandra: No shit, ghoulbrain.
Captain-Cade: Hey, watch your tone. *calmly*
Knight-Cassandra: Good News?
Captain-Cade: He's the healthiest person on board.
Knight-Cassandra: Vault dweller maybe?
Captain-Cade: Thats what we thought, but we still can't understand why he has amnesia in the first place.
Knight-Cassandra: Think maybe he'll start to remember anything?
Captain-Cade: There is a chance. But for now, we should ask him some things. Hey kid, tell me everything you remember. I know it's hard, but you have to think.
Me: I-I... I can only remember waking up and...
Captain-Cade: What else?
Me: All I remember before that was... Laying in a hospital bed. I remember them putting IVs in my arms. But the rest is a blur.
Knight-Cassandra: Im not sure what to make of that. Was he a part of some institute or railroad experiment?
Captain-Cade: No, we did a protocol that blew up all gen 3 synths. Fortunately, he isn't one.
Everyone sighed from relief and I got off the table to stretch.
Me: I don't know what's going on...
I said a little worried while Knight-Cassandra put her hand on my shoulder.
Knight-Cassandra: It's ok, I understand how stressful this may be to you. Maybe you should go lay down in the quarters, get some rest.
Initiate-Rose: I have a spare bed above mine.
Captain-Cade: Ok, I'll be sure to report this information to Elder-Maxson.
It was a little late, so I went with Rose to the bunk beds. I saw some boxes in the corner and walked up to them.
Rose: Oh, you can look in those boxes. Just some old equipment and junk.
Me: Thanks.
I checked through it and found all sorts of things. Most of which I didn't know at the time. The rest helped spark up my memory a little more. A found a notebook and a pen. Seemed like it was in decent condition.
Rose: Ya know, you should write in it like a journal. It may help your memory.
Me: Write...
I said to myself as I tried to remember how to write things. When I sat at the desk and tried writing something, I started writing my name in the top left corner.
Me: How did I?
Rose came up and looked at it.
Rose: Must be muscle memory then. Good thing I can read! B. R. Y. S. O. N.
He slowly read.
Rose: That says, Bryson. That must be your name then. Well, Bryson! It's good to literally meet you! *shakes my hand*
When it was lights out, I went straight to sleep and tried to think really hard about my past memories.
Why am I here? Who am I? How old am I? Where am I from? These questions filled my head until I was finally asleep...
