In the Wasteland

Explorers

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I ate a nice steak and drank the famous Nuka Cola. My stomach wasn't full yet, but I wouldn't want to finish the whole food supply, as hungry as I was. I wondered where my family was. I couldn't quite remember them, it's like the whole atomic bomb had wiped my memory clean. Not that it sounded absurd, but everything could happen. Everything was all strange, I suddenly wake up to the end of the world. Of course, I do believe everything they're saying here, we otherwise wouldn't live in an underground vault. But I had to see it for myself. I wanted to see what the world had become. The remains of our civilization. My eyes focused on a man, quite tall with gray hair and a gray beard. He wore a kind of coat. A long scar stretched across his left eye, it was a hideous sight. The eye that had been scratched was marked with red, thick veins covering up the white. Skin had been scratched off, showing some raw flesh. Everyone in the vault did happen to gaze once or a few times at the man. He seemed like the man I'd get answers from. I approached him.

"Hi, I'm Kennedy", I introduced myself. He stared at me with his one good eye. Sometimes blinking a few times, but then resuming with his blunt stare. "So, how did you get that scar?", I asked. The man simply turned his head. "Fighting off some bad guys?", I snickered, trying to continue the conversation. His deadly gaze fell upon me once again. So dull and lifeless. I sighed, it was pointless. "Alright, not that type of social guy." I stood up from the table and made my way towards the exit. "What do you want?", he finally asked. His voice seemed so deep and heavy. The words echoed in my mind as I smirked: "Well, I need to know what's out there." The man nodded and aimed his eyes at a device on his arm. People call it the 'pip-boy', I didn't really know what it did, but it seemed to help a lot of people. The man gazed, as if in trance. "The answer is simple, chaos", by that he rose from his chair, much more taller than I expected, maybe nearly two meters. He made a gesture with his hand that wanted me to follow him, so I did. I didn't know if I could trust him, but I was way too curious to just ignore that chance. We took an elevator going up to the top floor, which was also the ground floor. A few meters ahead of us was the vault door. He pointed at it and said:

"You want to know what's out there? See for yourself."