Reformability, something we all wish for in times of despair. Something I didn't have to wish for growing up in this world.
My name is Waylon, not much to say really. Just a name Dad game me as soon as I was born. My childhood was rather dull, growing up in a Vault. Wishing I could go outside but instead be stimulated with ultraviolet lights made by a computer, learning about the great national disaster that covered our country in atomic fire seemed to be my daily routine. I never knew my mother, Dad just told me she died, and never spoke of it again. So growing up with only a male role model who only wanted me to keep up my studies rather than develop social skills, really thwarted my chance of ever having friends growing up.
I grew up in Vault 101, the Vault where those born in it, die in it, no one ever gets in and no one ever leaves. That is, until a few days after my 19th birthday.
I was woken with a start, by the combined sounds of the sirens and Amata's screaming. Amata, the Vault's Overseer's daughter, who was looking like she just witnessed a murder (which I later found out she did) came to me to tell me that her father's men were coming for me. Her father's men had beaten my friend Jonas to death, and were now coming for me. She also told me my Dad had left the Vault, in which I couldn't believe. With the few minutes she had, she explained the whole situation to me. To put it briefly, Dad left the Vault, went off into what was left of the world, the Overseer was enraged by this, and sent his men after me, probably hoping to find out why from me.
After informing me of her makeshift plan, Amata gave me some bobby pins and her father's 10mm pistol. The plan was I was supposed to get to the Overseer's office, hack his terminal, and access the escape tunnel that lead to the Vault's main door and and go find Dad. It seemed like a good plan up to the point when the Overseer ordered his men to kill me if I resisted, which put a dent in her plan. So while she headed to the main door, I grabbed what I could and started off. Not only did I learn how to use a gun, but I also learned how to deal with killing someone, even though it was scarring.
Once I had fought off half of the security team and made it to the hall where the Overseer's office was, I fell upon Amata being interrogated by her father and the chief of security. Of course, that ended with me killing the officer and taking the password from the Overseer, but I didn't kill him. With the password in hand, I opened the tunnel and proceeded to the door. The massive titanium door lay before me, the burnt, dead world behind it. I pulled the lever and opened it, bracing for this massive change. Amata came behind me, mostly to assure to me that everything will be okay. As we were saying our goodbyes, the matinence door swung opened, flooding the room with security.
Goodbye-time was over, so I fled out the door, running headfirst into whatever the Hell I was getting myself into.
My first three months in the Capital Wasteland weren't exactly the best and uneventful days I had hoped for. Over that course, I managed to become an outcast fro the safest place on Earth, defuse a live nuclear warhead, write the book that would save thousands of lives in the future, took in an old fighting dog named Dogmeat, crashed a simulation as a child, become a renown hero of the Wasteland, meet the most famous/infamous DJ in the Wastes, ThreeDog, piss off a Pre-war army called the Enclave, and lose Dad to the hands of the same group. Turns out Dad was part of a project called "Project Purity", when I found him in the Wastes, he said he needed my help with it, then we were attacked by the Enclave at the site. The project was made to cleanse all of the water in the Wasteland, which was irradiated to Hell.
Then I got locked into the war escalating between the Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave, not what I was hoping to have to go through. This war of theirs is mostly to either shape the country with the New Ways that we've learned since the War, or shape it back with Pre-War knowledge and methods. After being brought up to speed by Elder Lyons, the Brotherhood's current leader, I decided to help out the best I could with the war effort. But first things first, I needed to go home, back to Vault 101.
Upon returning to the Vault entrance, a radio signal came through on my Pip-boy from inside the Vault, giving me the new password for the door. Turns out that my leaving caused the Vault's residents to go into anarchy and revolt against the Overseer. I knew that the Overseer was going crazy with power, attempting to kill off the residents even if they were innocent. So I took the best course of action; I killed him, granting all power to Amata, who is about to let me have it.
If I thought my story started on the day I left the Vault, I was surely dead wrong. It seems that this was just beginning of it all.
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Glimmer of Hope
FanfictionWaylon, The Capital Wasteland's newfound hero, hasn't been able to find a place in the Wastes. That is, until his father is murdered, and he is dragged into the ongoing war between the Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave. Being the last hope for hu...