Coming doom // Fallout 3 fan-fic

Here i stand - CHAPTER 1 PART 1

NOTE; Some speech from the game, and many characters, belong to Fallout 3. I created the rest, including most plots.

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Darkness enveloped the abandoned passage-way, giving the metal encased walls a dull glow; upon which dark shadows danced an eerie dance. Most passage-ways in the vault usually looked like this early in the morning, and although it bothered most of the residents, i welcomed it like a old friend, for that i had been given the nick-name 'Night-child'. The name didn't really bother me at first back when i when i was seven, but now -on my tenth birthday- it annoyed me to death. I'd much rather them call me by my real name, Wynter. I was named Wynter based of my appearance, Pale white skin paired with light grey optics and lucent white hair that ran down the length of my back, my voice was soft and low meaning i had to repeat myself numerous times, lucky me. My looks were a curse. Sure, i loved the way i looked, but shouldn't someone as shy and quiet as me have plain brown hair and hazel eyes?  Probably. Oh well, that's just the way life works I guess. 

I entered the dark room, my optics blinking as they adjusted to the darkness. The silence and stillness of it all was comforting,  much unlike the usual busyness it accommodated. Gently, as if it were a wild beast, I placed a hand on the cold wall, and noticed how much my pale skin contrasted with the metallic-grey. Pretty much everything down here was dark in coloring, contrasting with my pale, washed-out looks. God, i stuck out like a sore thumb.

Giving a soft sigh i began to advance towards the double doors that lead to the cafe, my hand softly trailing across the wall closest to me, the cold numbing my hand. As i grew closer to the end of the passage-way muffled noises could be heard, slowly becoming more distinct with each step i took. I froze in terror. Barely any residents woke at this time so that wasn't a possibility, and if it were radroaches i'd have been able to hear the buzzing of their vile wings. That left only one possibility. Bandits. My breath caught in my throat as i contemplated the idea of bandits entering our 'safe' haven. It was far-fetched, but a possibility, and here i was frozen in fear, paces away from the enemy.

The doors clicked, and i instinctivley knew what was about to happen. I quickly dived into a dark corner, my optics wild with fear. Seconds before a cloaked figure emerged from the kitchen, slowly stepping out into the gloom before racing off in the direction i had came, footsteps echoing throughout the room.

This was it. It was up to me to save the vault. However much i wanted to stay hidden, i had to do this. So, taking a breath to calm my nerves, i burst into the room. Closing my eyes against the barrage of light that was emitted, i waited for the sound of guns. Instead, i was greeted with a chorus of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!". I opened one eye, then the other, surprised at what i found.

It was official, this was the most embarrassing day of my life. lolol