Fallout: Undaunted

Chapter One

During my eighth birthday, my mother and father approached me as the day was winding down. My father had been elected as the second Overseer, and my mother was the head resource officer. My father told me that my mother would be leaving with some of the guards of the Vault to scout the surface to see what it's like. Three slow days passed, and only one person returned, and that wasn't my mom. The survivor spoke of large greenish - yellow "men" that had attacked them and pinned them down for two days. He swore he saw everyone else get hit by enemy bullets. Memorial services were held and we adjusted. I grew closer to my dad, but distant to the friends I had begun making around the Vault. Five weeks later, practically the entire security force and then some went above ground to clear an area and we would begin to settle. That happened quickly. No "green men" were to be seen. In a lopsided "election", my dad was voted to control the establishment of a small settlement right around the main entrance/exit to the Vault. So we left. I have always been a studious person, eventually having to read city planning logs from the archives because I had read everything in the library closest to my family's room. This provided my father with a resource: Me. I told him what I thought the best thing to do first was, and I told him to establish buildings before defenses, so you wouldn't worry entirely about space yet. Scavenging crews went out for a week in the immediate area and gathered building supplies, and we used what was in the Vault storage rooms, which was a lot of things. When we were on a break one day, my father pointed to a partially destroyed two story house and told me "You're great great great grandparents lived there a long time ago" and he was right. We had quite a few books with my mother's and my father's family histories. We spent months toiling at the surface, and finally finished three buildings. One was a common house for the workers and there families to stay in, a guard barracks for the surface detachment, and a house/"headquarters" for my father and I. The last thing I really remember helping to plan was the wall that still stands around our small settlement. After that, the years went by in a sort of blur. I was given the job of security guard at the age of twenty, because I declined the G.O.A.T. at age eighteen because of my work with my father. I spent one whole year preparing for the job by attempting to bulk up a little and practice fighting with my uncle, who was in the guard. Well, that ends it for what I can remember very clearly. Time to go to work.

I put on my Vault-Tec standard issue Kevlar vest over my vault jumpsuit, fastened my pistol holster to my belt, loaded the standard N99 10mm handgun we are given and walked to the guard barracks to be issued a main weapon. I was allowed to forgo having a helmet, mainly because I wanted to not sweat, but also for visibility reasons. Arriving at the barracks, I opened the door to find the building completely devoid of any other guards around. I did find a rifle on the table with a note beside it reading "Here's your primary firearm Officer Stallings, it's an assault rifle and uses 5.56mm rounds, which we have plenty of because not many of us are issued weapons that use them. There are several magazines for the weapon alongside some actual rounds in an ammo box beside this table. Also, the rifle's stuck on semi-auto so good luck with that." What a great bunch of guys. Give me a weapon no one else uses, and don't leave me patrol orders....oh well. I looked around for an ammo box, and found it right beside a table leg. Inside were four spare magazines, and enough rounds to fill these spares. I could sling the rifle over my shoulder, but the problem was I had no where to put the spare mags. I could with my pistol because my belt was custom made for this holster and weapon. I looked around at the storage lockers and found one with my name on it. Inside was something interesting. An armor shoulder piece that could be strapped over my jumpsuit and under my vest, a bandolier made especially for Kevlar vests, dog tags with all of my medical info and general info on it, and a pair of sunglasses my grandad called "Aviators" when he was still around and showed me. I'm pretty sure this was his pair too. It took me about thirty minutes, but I got the armored shoulder on, the bandolier and dog tags on, and had my ammo situated, and as I walked out of the door I put my sunglasses on and began to walk towards the closest stairwell to the wall.