I walk down the hall of the vault. I keep my head down to avoid eye contact with anybody. That could be possibly dangerous. Seeing as after overseer Davidson passed, a group of unlawful delinquents have taken over the vault. This was merely a week ago. We've lost many members of the vault. The first day, we lost five. Second day, only one. The third, two people. The fourth day was the worst day....we lost 10. There are only 12 of us left. That's not counting the gang members. Our lives are drawing short. And we all know it.
I walk into my room and shut the sliding door. I sit on my bed and pull open my dresser drawer looking in to see it's contents. I see a 10mm pistol and 30 rounds of ammo. I saved this a long time ago, before Davidson died. Just in case I may need it. I shut the drawer and lay back onto my bed. "How do I make it out?" I whisper to myself. The longer I stay, the shorter time I have. I'm outnumbered by a 1:20 ratio. I have enough bullets, but how good of a shot am I? These thoughts run through my head as I try to think everything out.
This was going to be dangerous, but it has to be done. Now that I have a plan thought out, I have to work carefully and efficiently. If I miss one detail, that's it for me.
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A Bullet For Your Thoughts (A Fallout Fan Fiction)
FanfictionA young girl by the name of Tresor Waycott escapes the depths of Vault 480, after her overseer dies and the vault is taken over by a gang that had formed amongst the vaults inhabitants. She walks into a world of chaos, stunned by her surroundings. L...
