Vault 11

Vault Tec

Ah yes. Vault Tec. The ambiguous bastards who got everyone's money just so they can relax and sit back to watch everyone wither and rot away. These people were monsters and what they did inside of those vaults are far worse than what they knew how to handle. Vault 11 was not the only Vault that had people curious as to what was happening. Vaults 0, 3 and 12 were exactly like Vault 11.

Vault Tec was using humans as their guinea pigs at the time and what they were testing us on was far from legal. These Vaults had people sacrifice 1 person every year or otherwise everyone inside of that Vault would die. 9 times out of 10, the one that was sacrificed was mostly the overseer of the Vault. The overseer is kind of like the president of that Vault. He/She makes rules, Laws and makes sure everyone abides by them and usually when they overseer was killed, a new heir was brought to the throne. It was usually the oldest in the Vault at the time as well.

Now death didn't happen just once every year in the Vaults. Oh no! There were creatures such as Radroaches, Mole Rats, and the very rare but possible, Ghouls. Radroaches were terrible bugs who infected people with radiation if they ever attacked a person and usually if that person lived, they would soon turn into a Ghoul. A Ghoul is kind of like a walking a ghost. They are practically dead already and they have lost all will to reason, therefore causing an immediate extermination of the Ghoul that was once a human.

Death was practically the only thing that kept the Vault Dwellers on their feet but not only that, people went insane due to consistent isolation from the real world, lack of Vitamin C and natural Co2. People just usually died because of either starvation, not enough nutrients or just a blatant gunshot to the head. It's very rare that people turn guns on one another but if it is being done, it usually means that person is needed of an execution. So that's how the law Is pretty much enforced. If don't obey, your brains are going to be the next wallpaper.

Going outside of or even talking about leaving the Vault was considered taboo considering the fact that Vault 11 was practically their own safe house from most of the dangers in the world outside. Let me ask you this question, would you take the chance to live life inside of a house never to go back outside again but have all the essentials like food, running water, entertainment, Etc. or go outside to never go inside of a house again thus leading to you having to hunt for yourself, shelter yourself, protect yourself from the dangers of the outside world thus usually leading to a very long and painful death of radiation poisoning? I don't know about you but not having radiation poisoning is good enough for me.

So yeah. Of course Vault life sounds all glorified and wonderful but I'm here to tell you. It's not. The feeling of isolation away from everything but the same people you knew ever since you were a kid gets kinda boring after 20+ years. It's so bad to some people that they even committed suicide. That happens more than people turning on people just to make the other persons brain the new wallpaper. But hey! Who knows what will happen next?

Vault life was very agonizingly slow that the entertainment was boring and at that moment, killing the overseer was actually something we all had looked forward to. Now I will tell you that not every overseer was okay with this idea. There was this one guy that turned on all of us and shot 3 people right then and there. The guy was mentally unstable to begin with and having a gun in his presence, was not something we had put into consideration. 3 months later after he had shot those three people, he overdosed on Jets and Rad-X.

His body rot there for about 3 weeks before anyone knew he was gone. This led to the law we now have, causing the overseer to have a companion at all times other than the execution. So all-in-all, the overseer was treated like shit. One of my good friends was an overseer one year. He had died not in the way I had expected. On his way to the execution, he had caught his room on fire and him pulling a 9-mil against his head. When the fire was too hot for him to handle, he killed himself.

All we have left of him was a watch his father gave him before the fall of the bomb. Everything was either useless, scorched or burnt to a crisp. I must admit that I wish I was there for him more than I was. But that's for later on in the story. We've gone through 11 overseers so far and the numbers are diminishing quickly and before we know it, we will all be dead. This is my story on how it all ended.