Enclave Stories

See the end of fallout through the eyes of a lowly enclave soldier. (This story is if you don't put the virus in the purifier and may contain spoilers for fallout three.)

After Steve Rogers sacrificed himself to take down the Red Skull's bomber, he was submerged in freezing water and was frozen for a long time. He was never recovered or searched for with all the passing years. He was seemingly forgotten... at least until 2280. During that year, the Institute discovered his records and found out he must've crashed somewhere in the Arctic Ocean. An area that would mostly be untouched by nuclear radiation, and with how cold it would be, Steve Rogers would naturally be preserved after all those years. Seeing the possibility of creating potential Super-Coursers, using the DNA of Captain America, Father sent out a search party to find him. It took years of searching, but the Institute did find him, and brought him to their facility. Upon opening his eyes, Steve Rogers will wake up to a whole different world as a Man Out of Time.

{Fallout 3/4 Harem/Various x Unique Female Wanderer OC} They said vaults where suppose to the corner stone for Humanity, to keep Us safe and secure, when the bombs fell, the whole world went on a major downfall, My Dad always told Me the world can be an beautiful place, but it has it moments, I never really understand what Him and Mom saw, My name is Vivian Catty Bell, and this is My holo-tape about My life...and what happened to lead Me to where I am... {Warning: I do not own Fallout or it's characters, that belongs Bethesda studios, same is said with the art pictures and concepts used, I only own the OC in the story.}

War. War never changes. On October 23, 2077, The Great War ended as a deluge of nuclear fire destroyed society as we knew it. The world was consumed by atomic flames, civilizations were reduced to rubble, and the very fabric of humanity was scorched beyond recognition. Those fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate, enough to survive sought refuge in underground vaults, clinging to the hope that one day, they could emerge and reclaim the surface. Generations have passed since that fateful day. The wasteland, now a harsh and unforgiving frontier, is dotted with the remnants of the old world-rusted skyscrapers, broken highways, and forgotten towns. Along with it comes other dangers. Mutants, Robots, And even the Fellow Man But in this desolate land, life persists. New societies have arisen, built on the ashes of the old, fighting for survival amidst the ruins. It is now 2281, and now a group of wastelanders will rise to the occasion!

the capital wasteland is a dangerous place, between the raiders, slavers, super mutants, and mutated animals, just traveling five feet outside your own home can be a dangerous trip. a young girl, only 19, by the name of Emily, is about to find herself in that dangerous world, when her peaceful life in the vault is suddenly gone, her father leaving vault 101, after a daring escape involving some smooth talking and gunplay, Emily now has set out into the capital wasteland as a lone wanderer, determined to find her father and a place in these dangerous wastes, along the way making many allies and enemies.

When the bombs fell, the world burned. But deep beneath Hawai'i, the Enclave sealed away its last hope for America's future. Cryo pods froze soldiers, scientists, and families - waiting for the day the world could be reclaimed. Two hundred years later, the doors of Vault 247 hiss open. The Commander is dead, and the burden of leadership falls on his second-in-command: a soldier who never expected to carry the weight of rebuilding a nation. But the wasteland outside is not empty. Tribes fight for scraps. Raiders carve kingdoms from ruins. Ghouls cling to the shattered pride of a long-dead navy. And ruling Pearl Harbor is a warlord so powerful that even the Enclave's might cannot match him... yet. To survive, the new Commander must unite his people, awaken the Vault's ancient AI, and decide what kind of America they will build. Hard but fair. Loyal but ruthless. Patriots in a world that has forgotten what the word means. The Second Dawn has come. 🌅 But freedom has a price.