The Vault

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It was inevitable; The lights, the sound and if you listened close enough you could hear the split second sobs and cries for help, prayers, anything to comfort the people in Scottsdale, Arizona that day. Families of 3 or more were packed into these things called vaults, but nothing prepared them for the lies the vault helpers had told their families, the whole damn thing was just an experiment and it didn't go over well with the people who 'lived' there. The people who wandered around the wasteland left of this planet were the ones who survived 13 years into this apocalypse, no one liked 'waking up' after those years spent in the vault and most commited suicide only months later and the lucky ones only lasted days. But I guess I had a survival skill that set me apart from the asses I live with now, that is if living is what they call it after all this;To be honest I never understood how some people can still be so damn happy-go-lucky after all the crap that's happened, so no I wouldn't say living because the air we now breathe is radiated, the water, the food and even the damn plants give off sickly feelings of radiation to those who get too close or stay around them for too long, I'd rather use the term dying, and very slowly we are. Fun is not in anyone's vocabulary any more, our fun now is sitting and shooting mutated animals thru the small cracks of windows we'd be able to fit the end of our gun in. No one's had real food in years and I wouldn't be surprised if they even knew what the terminology of the word food meant. Now, I myself, was 12 when we got that knock on our door, "You've been accepted to our Vault!" a overly happy, booming voice rang in my ears but that voice was soon incoherent as we ran toward the vault. My mom held onto my hand like her life depended on it, and it did. My dad was ahead of us, I guess he thought that going ahead would stop us from getting hit by the blunt force of the air when the bomb dropped. Then it happened, as we stood dead middle of the rotating vault door, i watched my moms face as our town got blown up and the bright lights soon disappeared as we descended down into the vault. That was something I could never forget. A few days later a waste land of our lovely home was all that was left, it was easy to say it all went to shit because that's all it was at that point. Life in the vault was not easy, it was crowded and utterly horrible, I was lucky to soon enough make it out of there. And finally when sunlight did hit my face it was intense, it had been years since I had seen the sun. The sky hung dark and cloudy as a thick mist could be felt yet not seen, it weighed me down as I took my eyes off of the sky...my home was in ruins.