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Fallout 3-Tunnel Snakes

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He was always such a jerk to Amata and I but I learned to live with it. The constant fear of being made fun of never getting noticed and being hurt, abused, and used. But know one knew that I was broken everyone thought my life in the vault was heaven. It never was my life was never happy, perfect, even stable was a strong word. My mother slept with everyone in the vault including the overseer she disowned me the second I was born my father was always worst though. He would take his anger out on me the more I yelled, screamed, or cried the more it hurt. But no one knew or cared.

So when the doc escaped I knew I would finally escape my personal hell. Standing in my way was Butch the boy who helped break me who hated me. He was on his knees begging for help. My brain hated him even I hated him but his mother,even though a drunk deserved a second chance. I helped him and he gave me his jacket. Told me I was was his best friend that he was sorry for everything. We shared a hug then I was off.

The sun was beautiful,the air thick but so clear the world in ruines,my new home.

Years later I lived in Tenpenny Tower "married" to Burke I explored almost daily while Burke made money from illegal affairs.

After all these years I was still wearing Butchs jacket. I thought of the hug every time I looked at the poorly stitched words that said Tunnel Snakes. Heard his obnoxious laughter every time I fluffed up the collar.

I somewhat missed him and his stupid pig face. Maybe he was still in vault 101 after all this time.

I made the long journey to the vault to see it in the same condition as when I left. When I entered all that I saw was dust, bones, and blood. The deeper in the more empty Butchs room was the same dirty clothes everywhere. His bones layed there on the dusty old bed. All that remained was his hair and his lucky charm. A picture of him and his mother that was in a locket and grasped tightly in his left palm a dusty switchblade.

I took his locket and picked up his switchblade which his name was carved in the handle I left locket around my neck switchblade in hand.

Even though he's gone he'll always be my best friend Butch Deloria.