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This is Chapter 3, disclaimer: You may use things from my story on three conditions, you ask me first, you tell me what, why and how you want to use the info and I give you permission.
Now Chapter 3, enjoy:
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Chapter 3: The Emerging
I walked forward for about 2 hours, just a straight line forward, no change, no bend, no curve. But I was not really paying attention as I walked down that dark tunnel. My mind was going everywhere with my first journal entry, so many question, why were we xenophobic why did it destroy us. All why’s not one where, how, what, or when. It started to annoy me, all the thoughts buzzing around in my head. What was annoying is that I could not get my thoughts in order. So I calmed down and started over by asking myself, "what is my main question." After a few minutes thought I figured out that the question that embodied all the other questions I had had so far was, "why were humans xenophobic?" Then I asked myself, "how am I going to answer this question." "I think I know,’ I said to myself ‘I am going to answer this question by observing society, Individuals, and most importantly the formation of society, by doing this I will find out, among other things, why humans become xenophobic.’ I reasoned ‘that since one of the end products of society is xenophobic people then by observing a forming society I could find out how this xenophobia formed, answering my question."
Then I banged into something, "fucking hell!!" I shouted loudly. I yelled because I had hit my head on the object in front of me. I stomped around for a few more minutes, letting out a long line of curses, and kicking up 50 year old dust that had long since settled. Then, after the pain had subsided, I looked (with some anger) at what I had run into.
It was a wall, a solid brick wall that looked like every other wall in this place, blackened, dusty, and crumbling. I looked behind me, and saw a straight line running for a long time, then everything seemed to meld together into one, and I could not see any further down the tunnel. For a moment I thought I was trapped, so I started pacing thinking about what I should do.
After a few steps opposite from the wall I heard a metallic sound resonate from the ground beneath me. I looked down and my feet, underneath my boots was a rusty, orange manhole. I quickly stepped off for fear that my weight would cause the damned thing to collapse, seeing how old it was. I looked at it for a few minutes and looked for a spot where I could place my fingers, I found one, a small indentation that caused the metal to be thrust upward in one spot, it looked like it was meant for lifting the manhole out of the hole. I then reached into my pack and got out by Vault tech gloves, heavy duty plastic, and thought "This should protect my hand from a rust cut but not from my fingers getting crushed beyond saving, so I should be careful." I placed my hands in the indentation and squatted, and using all my strength pulled the manhole cover upwards. On the first two tries I failed, after the second try I closed my eyes and focused all of strength on the manhole cover and lifting it, then I pulled. There was still much resistance, with gravity and the rust acting as an adhesive, but I finally got it out of the hole and let in fall on to the floor on the opposite side. It crashed with a mix of metal and cracking stone, luckily no one but me was here to hear it. I then took of my gloves and looked down, I saw a rusty old ladder extend into the darkness. I shined my flashlight down there and saw that about 300 ft. down was a floor very much like the one I was standing on right now. I decided to test the ladder before attempting to climb all the way down. I placed one foot on the top rung with the other on the solid ground and did a little push, putting all my weight on the ladder foot. After a couple seconds in which the ladder screeched and creaked perilously I found out that it could hold my weight.
With that I climbed down the ladder and found myself on the next floor, which looked exactly like the first. When I noticed this I thought to myself "jeez the guy who designed this tunnel must have been a extremely boring person, either that or he hated his job." I walked forward, this time a concentrated on the path at hand, so I would not hit my nose again on a stupid wall. This passage was significantly shorter than the one before it, and I reached the end in about 20 minutes, like the other tunnel this one had no bends or alternate passages, save turning right around. But unlike the other one, I noticed that this tunnel had slight downward curve and the walls had very large cracks in some areas, It also looked much older than the other tunnel. At first I thought it might have been the war that did this, but then the other tunnel would be cracked too, it being higher up. So I thought of an earthquake and that made sense, and earthquake cracked this tunnel making it unsafe, so they built a new one to the vault above it and used this only as a short connecting tunnel instead of the main tunnel. It sounded okay too me although I started to doubt that I was right because not everything fit together. But I got off letting my mind wander and concentrated on walking, then I reached the end of this tunnel.
There was no manhole, no opening in the ground, just a brick wall and a ladder running up a hole in the ceiling. "Well I’ve hit rock bottom and the only way now is up." I though with some amusement. I shined my flashlight up this ladder and saw that it ran up for about 1000 ft. "I will have to be VERY careful’ I mumbled, ‘one wrong step and its all over." I tested the ladder, and it passed. Then I proceeded to climb it. After a short while I reached the top and found myself face to face with a manhole cover. I thought for a moment about how I was going to do this, then I had an Idea. I took some of the rope that came with every Vault pack and tied it around me and a ladder rung and prayed that it would hold. Then, since it was a small passage way, I braced myself in the tunnel with the wall opposite the ladder and the ladder it self. I then put both hands on the cover and pushed, I started to slide a bit and got a little worried but I did manage to lift the cover, because for some reason It was not as heavy as the other one I had encountered, I then pushed the cover aside with little trouble. As I pushed it aside a cold wind blew through the ladder passage, it felt…great, great it the only word to describe what it was like to feel that rush of cold air on my face, after 18 years of Vault living I was finally emerging into the real world, my life is beginning now. I untied the rope and grabbed the rusty ladder again, which left orange marks on my hand, then I proceeded to climb through the midnight black portal above me.
End Chapter 3
Skynet
Well there it is, as before if you have any comments or suggestions please post them so that I may try to improve my writing.
Now Chapter 3, enjoy:
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Chapter 3: The Emerging
I walked forward for about 2 hours, just a straight line forward, no change, no bend, no curve. But I was not really paying attention as I walked down that dark tunnel. My mind was going everywhere with my first journal entry, so many question, why were we xenophobic why did it destroy us. All why’s not one where, how, what, or when. It started to annoy me, all the thoughts buzzing around in my head. What was annoying is that I could not get my thoughts in order. So I calmed down and started over by asking myself, "what is my main question." After a few minutes thought I figured out that the question that embodied all the other questions I had had so far was, "why were humans xenophobic?" Then I asked myself, "how am I going to answer this question." "I think I know,’ I said to myself ‘I am going to answer this question by observing society, Individuals, and most importantly the formation of society, by doing this I will find out, among other things, why humans become xenophobic.’ I reasoned ‘that since one of the end products of society is xenophobic people then by observing a forming society I could find out how this xenophobia formed, answering my question."
Then I banged into something, "fucking hell!!" I shouted loudly. I yelled because I had hit my head on the object in front of me. I stomped around for a few more minutes, letting out a long line of curses, and kicking up 50 year old dust that had long since settled. Then, after the pain had subsided, I looked (with some anger) at what I had run into.
It was a wall, a solid brick wall that looked like every other wall in this place, blackened, dusty, and crumbling. I looked behind me, and saw a straight line running for a long time, then everything seemed to meld together into one, and I could not see any further down the tunnel. For a moment I thought I was trapped, so I started pacing thinking about what I should do.
After a few steps opposite from the wall I heard a metallic sound resonate from the ground beneath me. I looked down and my feet, underneath my boots was a rusty, orange manhole. I quickly stepped off for fear that my weight would cause the damned thing to collapse, seeing how old it was. I looked at it for a few minutes and looked for a spot where I could place my fingers, I found one, a small indentation that caused the metal to be thrust upward in one spot, it looked like it was meant for lifting the manhole out of the hole. I then reached into my pack and got out by Vault tech gloves, heavy duty plastic, and thought "This should protect my hand from a rust cut but not from my fingers getting crushed beyond saving, so I should be careful." I placed my hands in the indentation and squatted, and using all my strength pulled the manhole cover upwards. On the first two tries I failed, after the second try I closed my eyes and focused all of strength on the manhole cover and lifting it, then I pulled. There was still much resistance, with gravity and the rust acting as an adhesive, but I finally got it out of the hole and let in fall on to the floor on the opposite side. It crashed with a mix of metal and cracking stone, luckily no one but me was here to hear it. I then took of my gloves and looked down, I saw a rusty old ladder extend into the darkness. I shined my flashlight down there and saw that about 300 ft. down was a floor very much like the one I was standing on right now. I decided to test the ladder before attempting to climb all the way down. I placed one foot on the top rung with the other on the solid ground and did a little push, putting all my weight on the ladder foot. After a couple seconds in which the ladder screeched and creaked perilously I found out that it could hold my weight.
With that I climbed down the ladder and found myself on the next floor, which looked exactly like the first. When I noticed this I thought to myself "jeez the guy who designed this tunnel must have been a extremely boring person, either that or he hated his job." I walked forward, this time a concentrated on the path at hand, so I would not hit my nose again on a stupid wall. This passage was significantly shorter than the one before it, and I reached the end in about 20 minutes, like the other tunnel this one had no bends or alternate passages, save turning right around. But unlike the other one, I noticed that this tunnel had slight downward curve and the walls had very large cracks in some areas, It also looked much older than the other tunnel. At first I thought it might have been the war that did this, but then the other tunnel would be cracked too, it being higher up. So I thought of an earthquake and that made sense, and earthquake cracked this tunnel making it unsafe, so they built a new one to the vault above it and used this only as a short connecting tunnel instead of the main tunnel. It sounded okay too me although I started to doubt that I was right because not everything fit together. But I got off letting my mind wander and concentrated on walking, then I reached the end of this tunnel.
There was no manhole, no opening in the ground, just a brick wall and a ladder running up a hole in the ceiling. "Well I’ve hit rock bottom and the only way now is up." I though with some amusement. I shined my flashlight up this ladder and saw that it ran up for about 1000 ft. "I will have to be VERY careful’ I mumbled, ‘one wrong step and its all over." I tested the ladder, and it passed. Then I proceeded to climb it. After a short while I reached the top and found myself face to face with a manhole cover. I thought for a moment about how I was going to do this, then I had an Idea. I took some of the rope that came with every Vault pack and tied it around me and a ladder rung and prayed that it would hold. Then, since it was a small passage way, I braced myself in the tunnel with the wall opposite the ladder and the ladder it self. I then put both hands on the cover and pushed, I started to slide a bit and got a little worried but I did manage to lift the cover, because for some reason It was not as heavy as the other one I had encountered, I then pushed the cover aside with little trouble. As I pushed it aside a cold wind blew through the ladder passage, it felt…great, great it the only word to describe what it was like to feel that rush of cold air on my face, after 18 years of Vault living I was finally emerging into the real world, my life is beginning now. I untied the rope and grabbed the rusty ladder again, which left orange marks on my hand, then I proceeded to climb through the midnight black portal above me.
End Chapter 3
Skynet
Well there it is, as before if you have any comments or suggestions please post them so that I may try to improve my writing.
