little something as i started to replay FO1…im not intending to write a whole novel for my Vault Dweller, but my mind is kinda set on this little ancient game <3
She cannot lie, she was scared, but in the same time, fascinated. All her life she knew, it was cold metal, yet the artificial warmth was never missing. Recirculated air and recycled water, never missing. And food grown from the laboratory, and only on special occasions, the stash that was given by the long gone ancestors was opened, serving pork and beans, sugar bombs, canned meat and even boiled chicken eggs preserved in boxes.
But now? She seen crops that she never seen before, yet they taste the same as the one in the Vault. People who wear other clothes than the same boring, but comforting blue vault suit, with the number branded on the back. And people who reuse the junk left by ancestors in different ways, either building walls to protect their cities, or redone as weapons.
But nothing could had compare to the feeling of the rays from the Sun on her face, when she got out the cave.
more under the cut CAUSE I DIDNT EXPECTED TO WRITE THAT LONG
