As directed by Annabelle I set off East and I was walking for about a day and a half when I came across this, well what I can only describe as a shack. I readied my 10mm pistol remembering Annabelle mentioned something called "Molerats" which assuming who ever named this creature had the creativity of a brick wall, is a mutated crossbreed of a mole and a rat. Which I don't like the sound of in general. I moved up to the side the shack and tapped the door handle to ensure it wasn't trapped or anything, after convincing myself I'm just being paranoid.
I pushed the door but didn't step into the doorway in case something came running out, but to my surprise nothing did. I peered round the door, took a quick gander at the room. I didn't see anything dangerous so I stepped round, my foot crossed the threshold of the room and I heard a click, my heart stopped. I looked down and there it was, "a fucking bear trap?" I said to myself. Wha-how-infact I'm not asking.
At this point luckily I know something about bear traps. I also know that as long as I don't release the pressure on the plate it won't totally rip my leg off. So, I take my 10mm and I press the barrel against the plate an push as hard as I can, hoping it's enough so I can get my damn leg out the way. So praying to who ever may be up there, if anyone, I pull my leg away slowly transferring more weight to my gun as I do. I sigh a breath of relief as my leg is clear but now I'm staring into jaws of steel, rusted steel, but still.
So, with my gun in the pressure plate, and my arm in direct line of the jaws, my only option here is to just pull my arm out as fast as humanly possible. So, with a deep breath I snap my arm towards myself as fast and as straight as possible. I hear the jaws snap shut, I hear my gun topple over and then I see the floor, coming closer to me, then darkness.
I awaken to find myself slumped over the bear trap, face mashing nicely with the floor, I stand up and gather my bearings. Wipe the damp saliva off my face and realise my hand is wet, I look down and I scream, jumping and flailing my hand around, my right hand, as I suddenly notice it wasn't saliva on my face, it was blood. I soon realise I've been bleeding for a while now as my survival instincts kick in, I tear a sleeve of my jumpsuit and quickly use it as a bandage slash cloth to clean up my hand. Once I'd cleared the blood I realise, in my stupidity with the bear trap it's claimed my pinky and ring finger from my right hand, I quickly run over to the bear trap grab my gun fire off a couple of rounds outside and cauterise my now "finger stumps" with the White hot barrel. As the heat singes my skin I squeal like a girl in pain.
Once the stinging went away and I could finally see straight again I realised it was dark out. I've no idea how long I've been out for, or what time it is. I lift my arm to check my pipboy and realise that actually the time in the vault has no relevance to what time it may or may not be out in this place. I look up into the sky and notice the moon is fairly high up. So i hazard a guess at around 2 or 3 am, Either way dark or not. I need to find this water chip. So i muster my strength even though i feel like i've been hit with a Anti-personnel bullet, I keep moving.
I grab my 10mm and put it in my left hand, In hopes that i'm just as accurate ambidextrously, I move towards the back of the shack and find myself faced with a set of dark rusty stairs heading downwards. I set off down the stairs keeping a close eye on my feet to ensure i don't fall through any of them, Or worse. more bear traps....I reach the bottom relieved, I take a look around the bottom and this place looks almost identical to the cave i came from out of V13.....
I carefully move further into the cave trying to be a quiet as possible and making sure not to make myself too vulnerable. I peer round what seems to be the millionth corner and see a light, It appears to be the same kind of light that i had turn on when i exited V13, but that's only hazarding a guess from the ambient light being emitted from around a corner.
I lost my sense of cautiousness and i set off at a run, Towards the light. Cliché i know... I get to the corner where the light is coming from and i trip over something, Probably nothing but I'm sticking with it being a rock, and i go head over heels round this corner do a forward roll end up flat on my ass, I look up and it's there. I made it. The huge vault door much bigger than the one back at V13, With an almost perfectly intact 15 artistically painted on the door.
