This is the first part in the Vault Dweller's Diary series. I suggest you read the introduction first, but if you feel ready to dive right in, click below to read!
Dear Diary,
That’s how people start these things off, right? That’s how it always was in the books Mr. Brotch gave us. I decided to keep this diary on my Pip-Boy 3000. I’m not sure why. If I do die, I don’t think anyone’s going to care, or even notice. Maybe I’m just doing it so I don’t go insane.
It’s been two days since I left the vault. I’m beginning to think it was a mistake. This “outside” business is just a big fucking wasteland. Makes me think all of the Overseer’s bullshit may have been on to something. His computer had a report on there from a survey team (we’ve been told the vault’s been closed for 200 years – someone’s lying, but who?) claiming that there’s a town to the southeast of the vault called “Megaton” (what the hell kind of name is that?). I’ve been walking southeast (I think) but have yet to find it.
I’m so thirsty. I’ve been drinking the pools of water I find all around, but they’re making me feel sick. They’re probably stagnant or irradiated or something. Better than dying of thirst, I suppose. I’m running low on ammo for my pistol. I’m down to my last two clips. I’m glad I have this baseball bat.
That’s enough for now. More later.
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