Welcome to the Wasteland

Slowly, my eyes became adjusted to the amazingly bright sun.   My head ached as I looked around the outside world.  This place looked like Hell.  Everything was grey, and there was nothing but rocks for miles.  I paused for a few minutes to get my bearings.   The air was thick, and smelled strange.  I made sure my clip was full, then began to trek across the rocky, barren wasteland.

After walking for about half a mile, making a loose circle around the vault, I saw what looked like a house on the horizon.  I decided to see if anyone was there worth killing, but the closer I got the less I thought it would be worth my time.  The house was mostly gutted, but I walked in anyway.  Found a precarious stairway once inside and made my way up.   The old wood creaked under my weight, and I saw that there wasn’t much up here besides a desk, a chair, and… oh, a dead guy.  Most of his clothes and flesh had rotted away, and he was still sitting in the chair hunched over the desk with his hands on a nice hunting rifle.  I helped myself… after all, skeletons don’t need guns… and grabbed the ammo on the desk, then got out of there.  I decided to have a look at my Pipboy and see if there were any radio stations out there.  I was able to pick two up– something called the Enclave and something called Galaxy News.  Listened to the news station first and got nothing but static.  Tried the enclave station and there was some shitty music looping.  No thanks.  Turned the radio off, took a look at my map, and decided to make my way towards Megaton, where my father was supposedly going.

I took the “scenic” route.  By “scenic” I mean I got lost and wandered around being attacked by some disgusting dog-like creatures which I promptly shot.  I eventually came upon some sort of ramschackle town that looked like it was held together with twisty ties from bags of bread.  I walked around this piece of shit city until I found a way in via a bridge.  There was some prick sitting there half asleep in the dusk who stopped me and started asking annoying questions.  Who am I, where did I come from?  I told him I was the king of the fuckin wasteland.   He said he didn’t mind if I killed everyone in town, there was nothing here worth stealing and everyone’s expecting death from all the super mutants nearby anyway.  Wait, the who?  Supermutants?  All I have is a hunting rifle and this piece of shit 10mm handgun.  I don’t want to be here when supermutants come and skullfuck these sad assholes.  I cut the guard off and got the hell out of there.

My trip to the big bad city of Megaton was largely uneventful; some woman in a leather jacket tried to hit me with a pool cue but I shot her in the tits and stripped her bare.  Killed a few more dogs too, and some nasty creatures that looked like big hamsters.  The sun was down when I finally made it to Megaton.  There was a robot at the front gate that welcomed me and the gates opened before me.

I strode into Megaton, hand on my gun, and I was greeted by a bearded cowboy with some sort of rifle strapped to his back.  He introduced himself as Lucas Simms, and that he was the Sherriff in these here parts.