A/N This story is done in the way of what it would be like for the average waste lander/vault dweller, its not about any special characters and doesn't play a role into the primary story line for Fallout. Its simply a tale of three vault dwellers who took their luck with the wastes.
This is my first story so heavy reviews are welcome. A/N End
Somewhere in the wastes...
A vault opens and two men step out, these two vault dwellers are known as Marcus and Arthur. They have little on them, Arthur only wearing only his vault suit with some supplies, Marcus having the same except for a baton he'd wrenched from a guard he'd beaten to near death during his escape.
Marcus had been planning on leaving the vault for months. He was almost ready when his plans blew up in his face leaving him hiding in a corner like a terrified fox, but like any animal stuck in a corner, he fought back. Clawing and tearing his way through the tunnels that used to be his home. It was more coincidence than anything else that Arthur had been planning on leaving the vault as well, in the rush of the moment they joined together and made a victorious escape of their old home.
Now they stood there looking out into their freedom. A small suburb that had barely survived the war was the closest thing to civilization they could see, it was surrounded by rocky hills that hid their view from the rest of the wasteland.
Marcus began walking for the suburb and Arthur followed close behind, neither spoke to the other while they walked simply because neither had anything to say. Each had dreamed of the outside lands for years, they had heard tales of the lands outside, the pain and sorrow, the open and free lands, they knew it wasn't a paradise, but they still wanted, needed the freedom.
Arthur walked to the remains of a building first. The building only had a few support beams that still stood where the walls should have been, rubble was the remainder of the floor. Arthur took a delicate step through the support beams into what was the living room, he knelt down and slowly sifted through the rubble and ash. What came next was a depressing sight for Arthur, his hand got caught on something so he pulled it up, it was a little girls old doll head. He was holding it by the hair, it had an eye missing and was completely gray except for a black scorch mark along its cheek. Arthur stared at it for a moment, considering who might have owned it before, how it was left here and how it was likely made in some factory far away. Marcus called to Arthur to help him search a different house, Arthur put the dolls head into his pocket and walked away.
This house unlike the other, was still standing. Its walls are still solid enough to support its own weight, but all of its windows were blown away. When Marcus walked over to it he peered through the front window to try to spot out any threats. Inside was a simple living room, there was a couch on the opposite wall and it was facing the window Marcus was looking through, there was also an open stairway going sideways up the wall behind the couch. There weren't any threats to spot out just yet so Marcus decided to try to lure them out, he walked over to the front door and knocked on it once with the back of his baton, but to his surprise the hinges on the door had almost completely rusted away causing the door to fall over on contact, a small cloud of dust flew into the air quickly as it hit the ground with a solid thud, Marcus waited to see if anything would come out.
Arthur walked over to Marcus holding a six foot, round, piece of wood that was sharpened at the end like a spear that he found while walking over.
Marcus turns to Arthur and says "Follow me and be careful." Arthur nods in agreement and they walk into the house carefully walking over the door. They reach the end of the door and Marcus steps on a floorboard only to have it creak loudly, it doesn't seem like it will support his weight so he quickly lifts his foot off and does a test step on a different floorboard, it creaks a little but holds steady so they continue on taking careful steps to avoid collapsing into the unknown. They walk to the bottom of the stairs, a doorway going into the kitchen is in front of them.
"We should go upstairs" Said Marcus, "Alright" Arthur replied "you got the lead."
They made their way up the stairs still being careful not to break any floorboards, once they made it to the top they were on a platform that went to their right into a hallway that had three doors to their left and two to their right.
"Don't worry" Arthur said "I got this." He walked over to the first door on his right, Marcus following behind. Arthur prepared himself in front of the door and kicked it directly in the center, lucky for him this door was still strong so his leg didn't go straight through, instead the latch of the door broke off revealing the contents inside of the room inside.
The sight of a radroach is never a pretty one, you always think you've seen enough of them to no longer care, but it's like when you're a child and you see a spider on a toy you just picked up, you simply cannot get used to it and the panic that overcomes you is one that simply screams at you to run.
So when our two vault dwellers spotted a radroach in the room they were about to enter the screaming urge to run overtook them, Arthur ran through the hallway, down the stairs and outside with no thought as to whether the floor would hold him or not, Marcus then ran after him, but stopped at the stairs because he remembered how creaky they were and had a feeling that it probably wouldn't hold his weight, so Marcus decided to slide down the rail instead, but he never checked if the rail was still stable so as soon as Marcus hopped on the rail, the supports snapped causing him to fall off over the ledge and straight into the living room below. Luckily for Marcus the couch was right below him so he landed with a solid thud the impact sending a dull pain along his rib cage but not enough to stop him from getting back up and bolting out the front door to join Arthur.
They each stood there, waiting for the radroach to come, but the thing about most radroaches is they usually come in groups...