Just a small warning, some of the speech in my writing has been taken from Fallout 3 as have many of the characters. Also please don't hate on this, considering i am only 13 and it is my first ever fan-fic. Also the character is female.
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Slowly I walked the corridor, my hands trailing across the cold steel walls and the echos of my heavy footsteps masking the void of silence.
"Where is everyone?" I asked aloud, sighing softly as my words fell upon deaf ears. The silence was getting to me now, it felt un-natural and was starting to haunt me; by now i should have met at least someone, but if anyone was there i guess they had chose not to reveal themselves.Quickly checking my friends rooms i discovered none of my friends were at their places, and my father wasn't in his office - and if that wasn't strange the overseer was nowhere to be seen. My last resort was to check the cafè, in hope that there would be at least one person there.
Finally I reached the end of the corridor, a light flickering overhead temporarily distracting me from the switch; hesitantly I reached out towards the large panel that controlled the door. As i input the code i heard an hushed conversation:
"She should be here by now!" An young feminine voice moaned. I think it was Amata.
"She'll get here soon, im sure of it." A male voice soothed. It was my father...i bet.
"She better, my legs are hurting." An male voice growled. It was Butch, the vaults local bully.
"Calm down Butch." Amata, scolded obviously annoyed.
"Shut it, or do i have to make you-" Butch challenged, before someone cut in.
"Butch..." An stern voice warned him, It was the Overseer. Grimacing inwardly i felt a quick pang of sympathy, before quickly inputting the code and blundering into the darkness - aiming to diffuse the argument before it got out of control. A few rustles could be heard before a bright light temporarily blinded me, and a large crowd roared "Happy birthday!".
