The Fires Of Boston: A Fallout 4 Fanfic

Introduction

Some may call me a wanderer of sorts. I don't live anywhere. I don't work for anyone certain. I roam wherever I please. I may not be the prettiest woman, but I had a husband who loved me and a baby who was barely a year old... When I saw him before the atomic bomb exchange began in Boston.
I felt the horror on the vault occupants' -- my neighbors' -- faces. I felt the shaking and the heat of the bomb as debris was thrown across Boston. I heard the cries of Shaun and Nate's murmuring to calm him down. We barely made it, but we survived. We entered the vault, unaware of what horror was awaiting my family.
The sound of Kellogg's gun as Nate was shot. The sound of Shaun crying. The deep voice of Kellogg's telling the scientist, "At least we still have the backup". My own voice, shaky and revengeful, promising my husband and all of my neighbors that I would avenge them and get my Shaun back.
I would eventually get my revenge... Sixty years later. Kellogg dies at my hands. I breach the Institute with the help of a synth, a bunch of soldiers, and my words yelled throughout Vault 111.
I find my son -- named Father to the Institute -- the leader of what took him away from me.
I resurface to help with a giant robot; Liberty Prime. I save a synth's life -- the man I had been travelling with all this time, a Paladin for the Brotherhood of Steel. I detonate a nuclear reactor from inside the Institute, creating a second nuclear ground zero.
I was trying to defend Boston from the bogeyman, but did killing hundreds of innocents really help?
I was an angel before the War; baking, humming, helping around the neighborhood, and anything else a good woman would do, but after the war, I became a murderer; destroying who seemed to be the enemy. But after all this time, is it even worth it to become the very thing you were afraid of before the war to protect a past that cannot be your future?