I slowly started waking up from my dream, Coughing due the coldness.
I looked outside of my cyropod, Barely no one to see except my mother.
She's not moving at all, Maybe due the dreams she's having as well...?
I had to wait for like 3 minutes to wait for someone while hearing the alarms, Some staff quickly opened my pod, Allowing for me to get out my pod.
When they helped me to get up, I noticed that my mom's pod is not opening, I tried smashing on the pod's window, Screaming for her to wake up.
No response, The control pad from her pod rebooted, Telling that the pod failed to maintain the core temperature.
I began to cry while i noticed my mom, Completely frost bitten by it.
The staff tried to comfort me, But i ignored them, Until some of them carried me to the gathering room, Where our first day in the vault began.
I'm alone now... This will be an shitty year for me...
(Hello again, Mr.Pip-boy here! Douglas (Edit: Jarl Ballin, For now.) has turned me on my system so I can report his activity and such, For now, He's doing fine, The news said that the Corona has slowly began to spread, So i guess that's a good news! Anyway, His parents are fine, His REAL parents, Alright, I'll go now, Good bye! - Douglas's Pip-Boy.)
PS: Sorry for the short story, The next one will be long, I can assure you.
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The Life-Story of Desert Ranger
مغامرةRanger Y/N was part of the vigilantes group called: "The Desert Rangers", (Edit: I added the description of the DR's on Google.) The Desert Rangers were a group of survivalists and vigilantes, living in the Nevada area but also have been known to be...
