Going to New Vegas seemed like a good idea. At first... In debt to the Omertas, deep in the drug dens, and without a cap, Vincent Porter struggles to even hold his existence in place. The day a band of thugs pay him a visit, he decides its once again time to skip town. It seemed squatting in Freeside had finally run its course anyway. Six months was long enough. Though only one question hung in his mind. Where on Earth did he plan on heading? (A Fallout New Vegas Fan Fiction)

Hop into the jumpsuit of Blake. A young dweller that lives a double life in the mysterious Vault 58; one of the hundreds of bomb shelters that preserved pre-war humanity from America's devastating atomic war with China over 200 years ago. Blake, being the top student in his class, faces conflict when his underworld connection with the vault's organized crime catches up to him. While most of his friends and fellow students drop out to join the "good fight" that the mob poses to fulfill, Blake chooses to stay with civilized society, while still carrying out his criminal contracts... But in the end, young Blake must choose which side he's on, as tensions boil between vault government, and vault militia. Blood is to be spilled in the long awaited revolution, known as The Uprising - where a winning faction is to be crowned victor. But besides that, there lies another, much larger mystery in Vault 58. One that will rock Blake to the core, along with his friends. Will they be prepared?

A fallout fan fiction about a caravaning ghouls adventure in the wastelands