A new day has come (New Mission)

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Kristian packed his gear in his backpack.
He went out of his room and into the hallway. He met the 16 year old dude that had volunteered.
"So you're going out to?" Kristian asked.
"Oh yeah, don't wanna miss this!" The 16 year old replied

Kristian went along and thought for himself:"I wonder what has happened to Rein! All I know is that he was on a mission in Poland when I left for my shooting competition. Maybe he got into a vault!"
 
Rob put his back pack down and sat on a crate next to Daniel.

Wow this is it,were finally gonna leave this hell hole for good and maybe i'll get a chance to get back at the raiders........if the bombs didn't kill em first
 
At last the whole group was reunited at the communal hall

The Overseer looked at them, one by one, and then said: I have one last gift to you before you leave.

He took something from his robes and showed. It was an walkie-talkie. This, as you know, is for communication. You take this one, we will keep the other here. I am not sure how long the battery will work.

He gave it in the hands of the one who was nearer.
Good bye and good luck! We bid you success and will wait for news.

With that, while the people gathered watched with expectation, the great door of the vault was opened.

It was time for the journey to begin!

First the group walked through natural caves. A few minutes later, they were in the open.
It was weird, cause except for the grass to be brown dry, all seemed normal.
A second look revealed a bit more. BUildings that became debris or ruins, bones of dead animals and people...

Not a pretty sight.
 
Since they were in the open and any attack would likley be from range, Daniel holsterd his pistol and readyd his riffle from it's shoulder strap.
Seeing something move behind a wall, he jogged over and looked after letting the others know.
A moment later, the whole group heard Daniel yelling.
"What the fuck!"
The others came running, and had similar reactions.
It appeared to be a cow, but had brownish fur and skin and had two heads.
Daniel turned to the group and spoke
"Ive got a bad feeling about this."
 
The outside air was rather refreshing after the recycled staleness of the vault. Baumann turned his radio to the frequency that the overseer had given them and placed the ear piece in his ear then keyed the mic twice to check it. With that it working order he began walking.

Daniel had run off ahead then screamed. Jogging up the hill Cpl.Baumann noticed the cause of this disturbance. " Its just a european cow, There have been reports of them with two heads before. Don't get your shorts in a wad about it" Grinning he turned back away from Daniel. " I'll take point from here on, better for you to stay back and let that other soldier watch my back" With that being said he began walking past the cow.
 
Further east down the hill, the group could see the ruins of a city.

To the north, a thin reminder of what once was a generous river.

To the south, a desert.
 
Zeke's fingers tapped rapidly against the wooden stock of his rifle due to his anxiety as he surveyed the area around him.

For a good minute he thoroughly scanned the area around him with all of his senses before he let his guard down and breathed in a deep lungful of clean air.

"So guys. Which way do we go?"
 
Zaij wasn't particularily bother by the two headed cow. He'd seen worse in some of his hallucinations. Zaij would be more worried if his foot tried to run off on its own again.

After a quick scan of the horizon, he knew where he'd want to go.

"The Vault Overseer said to gather information. The best place to get that would be in the city. That's where most people would go to find survivors." He thought for a second. "And there might be some pharmacies not blown to shit."
 
Rein agreed to what Zaij said; "Zaij is right, I think we should get down there, maybe a we should have a few snipers to cover us!"
He suddenly remember that he had forgot something, radiation protection. This made him even more want to go down to the city to see if he could find some. He pushed the safety button to burst, and looked at the others. "Well, I'm going down anyway, who else?"
 
Kristian, and all the other volunteers got into the main hall. Kristian sat his bacpack on the floor and took out his competing suit, made by leather. He got it on, and slung his rifle over his right shoulder. He got his bacpack back on.

Ten minutes later the overseer stepped into the main hall and asked:"Are everyone ready?" "Yes, everyone is here!" Kristian said after a few moments of silence. "Good." The overseer said. "Get to the Vault door, and a technician will let you guys out." He added.

All of the volunteers stood in front of the Vault door. Kristian was nervous. He and all the others were about to enter the wasteland of France.
 
Zeke turned to Rein and Zaij

"You guys run down to defensible point and I will provide cover. Then give me a minute to catch up and we will leapfrog down the mountain, ok?"
 
Kristian and all the other volunteers stood in front of the massive vault door as it opened. The big, heavy door, disappeared to the side outside of the vault. It was dark outside, there were a cave they had to go through before they could enter the wasteland of France. Kristian could clearly see that the whole group was nervous.

The group walked outside, and the massive vault door went back to guard the vault entrance. One of the people, he was pretty old, drew a radio up from his backpack. The group had direct contact to the vaults radio central. One of the others started walking, throwing out flares, searching for the cave hole to get into the wasteland. The rest of the group followed.
 
*Portugal*

Slowly and carefully, the group followed the plan and reached the city.
There were still many signs of death and destruction around, and yet, there was also the hope that they could meet someone alive in the city.

However, down the hill they saw nobody. They were now entering the outskirts of the city - at least what used to be the outskirts. So far just ruins, but after more twenty minutes of walk in the city, they reached some buildings that seemed to be more complete.

They stoped in front of one - it was not a very tall; instead, seemed to be a modest residential place, of only five stories high.

At last something whole!
That would be good news!

Suddenly, a noise. As something methalic had banged against glass.
 
*Portugal*

Slowly and carefully, the group followed the plan and reached the city.
There were still many signs of death and destruction around, and yet, there was also the hope that they could meet someone alive in the city.

However, down the hill they saw nobody. They were now entering the outskirts of the city - at least what used to be the outskirts. So far just ruins, but after more twenty minutes of walk in the city, they reached some buildings that seemed to be more complete.

They stoped in front of one - it was not a very tall; instead, seemed to be a modest residential place, of only five stories high.

At last something whole!
That would be good news!

Suddenly, a noise. As something methalic had banged against glass.

*France*

Kristian and the others felt the shock of the sight of the wasteland. The fields nearby were not covered with life - only ruins, dirty and sand, calcinated in some spots. Bare bones of people and household animals such as dogs and cats, and other details like that made the spectacle of the scene impossible to be indiferent to.
And yet, they proceeded. The remains of the town were all around them - the striking difference between what they knew and what was there now was very depressing.

No signs of life - except for a few roaches. But some buildings ahead seemed to be less damaged, so the group walked there, among the debris of fallen lamppoles, trashed cars and so on

OOC: Keep on, doing great so far, guys!.
 
The few chemists that they had passed weren't in very good condition. Asuming that by "not in very good condition" you meant "totally fucked over".

Then the noise happened.

Zaij instantly made ready with his rifle. He thought quickly and decided what they should do.

"Hey, soldier boys. I think it'd be best if you went first. And... er..., I'll make sure no one comes from behind."
 
Rein noticed that it was a joke mixed with some nervousness, so he smiled and said: "Yeah, you can cover the back, Ill go first...But remember that most ambushes come from the back..."
They proceeded slowly towards the building they had been moving at for a time now. Rein looked to side, there was allmost no whole windows to see, in one of them, a skeleton was hanging out of it, barely hanging together.
There was also the shadows of people burnt into the walls like in Hiroshima and Nagazaki, but they were closer to the outskirts. Rein looked to the left, where he saw something that looked like a graveyard, it was crude, with sticks tied together as crosses, so at least someone survived the war...at least long enough to bury some of their dead.
 
Stepping carefully across the ruined ground Cpl.Baumann pulled slack for Rein, watching his flanks carefully as they headed towards the source of the sound. Gripping his weapon tightly eyes scanning the nearby broken buildings and skylines as they advanced."This place looks worse than the bar after 5 cent beer night eh Rein" laughing quietly Cpl.Baumann stepped up to the door of the nearest apartment or what was once an apartment building. Holding his hand up he nodded at Rein.

Opening the door quickly he stepped inside. The lobby or what seemed to be an old lobby was large several banks of non working elevators lined the left side of the room. Large pillars abounded as well. At the far end of the building was a door that was half open marked Stairs in spanish, french, and english.
 
There was another noise from behind the reception counter and a low curse.

The atention of most of the group was taken to the reception counter, from which a head came up, slowly. It was a young woman, with hazel hair, dark honey eyes. She was looking at them with both awe and disbelief.

She spoke, in a gentle, soft voice, with a bit of tension:
Oi, ah... Falam portugues?

OOC: The translation is as follows:

Hi, ehr... Do you speak portuguese?
 
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