The one Vault.

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Tycell

Still Mildly Glowing
The one Vault.

A fan fiction, by fans, for fans. Simple idea, after each 'chapter' there will be a choice of things to do. You, the readers, say which choice you think the character should follow and I will write it up.


Chapter 1: Leaving the nest.

Tim woke up abruptly, the red alarm light in his quarters was flashing and he could hear the emergency siren in the corridor blaring out. He hurriedly rolled into an upright position on his bed; by some sort of twisted fate he was still wearing his Vault Jump Suit. The security shift last night had dragged on what with the fighting that had broken out over the water rationing again, there was always trouble when the water rationing was brought in around the summer months.

Quickly he straightened his suit out and grabbed his thick stiff leather boots sliding them over his feet and up his legs to their resting point just below his knee. He clipped the metal buckles into place and stood up; grabbing his gear belt and 9mm side arm he walked towards the door of his quarters and clipped the belt into place, attaching the lower gun holster strap around his leg just as he reached the door. Punching in the code to the door he stood in front of it rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

An annoying deep tone sounded from the console showing that he had failed to type the access code in correctly. Grunting he shook his head to wake himself up and squinted at the door console, typing the code in more carefully this time while reciting it under his breath. He backed away from the console hoping to hear the glorious sound that meant he had typed the code in correctly and the door had decided that he was in fact allowed to leave his own quarters. The deep incorrect tone sounded again, he glanced at the clock on his wall.

“Oh three fucking hundred! Oh bollocks to it.” He grumbled.

He started to make his way back to his bed undoing his equipment belt when he heard what in his world was a very bas sound. The console on the door began to beep as someone outside was typing in the code to his room. This usually meant either his shift buddy or the head of vault security was coming in to see why the hell he wasn’t singing and dancing to the tune of the alarm siren. Slowly he turned around letting his shoulders slump.

“I swear if this is another bloody riot response call…” He moaned

The small light on the door console turned green and the door slid open. To Tim’s surprise there was no one standing there. On top of this the door of the room opposite his, a virtually empty storage closet, opened in sequence, with no one there who could have typed the code to open it. This meant one of four things;
Either one; he was dreaming, possibly someone had slipped a hallucinogenic in his drink last night, like that time at the Officer Promotion Interview.
Two; someone had spilt their drink on the main computer console again thus sending the system haywire.
Three; the overseer had activated the primary emergency protocols and all the non critical doors in the vault had been automatically opened.
Or four; Goblins had crawled up the crapper pipes and set about hacking up everyone in the command room.

Personally Tim liked the fourth idea but clearly someone had activated the emergency systems, prank or otherwise this was serious as it meant the door to the alcohol and tobacco storage room was now open for anyone to wonder in and help themselves. Intrigued and slightly worried for the welfare of his precious smoking and drinking rations Tim stepped into the corridor, looking around he could see few other people on this level, though the ones that were around were all running towards the lift and stairwell that lead to the upper levels, and the Vault’s main (and only) door and gateway to the outside world that had motionlessly lain shut for seventeen years now protecting the dwellers from the dangers of the outside world.

He laid eyes on Mark, he security shift buddy, just as he disappeared into the lift that lead down into the lower depths of the Vault. Looking at the Vault Map displayed on the screen in front of him Tim tried to piece together what was going on.

Level 1: Exit, Main storage – Status Good.
Level 2: Medical, Secondary Storage – Status Good.
Level 3: Living Quarters 1, Ventilation – Status Good.
Level 4: (You are here) Living Quarters 2, Mess Hall A – Status Good.
Level 5: Living Quarters 3, Tertiary Storage, Mess Hall B – Status Yellow *Air Contamination Detected.*
Level 6: Main computer Core, Operations, Officers Mess – Status Yellow *Fire alarm, Air contamination detected*
Level 7: Engineering, Secondary Power Plant, Backup Water System – Status Red *Fire alarm, Air contamination detected*
Level 8: Main Reactor, Main Water System. – Status Black *Extreme hazard, sensors offline, area on lockdown*

Tim had never seen so much of the vault map lit up in any colour other than green, this was very bad. It appeared that something had gone wrong on Level 8 and caused a fire to spread to the other floors.


This is the point where you the reader decide what happens; the outcome will be based on whichever has the most votes, if there are insufficient votes or a tie I will decide what happens. Your choices are:

A: Tim checks the Vault Communication system and tries to get in touch with operations, they will tell him what to do (This is standard procedure).

B: Tim tries to catch up with his shift buddy Mark to try and ascertain what is going on.

C: Tim does as the larger portion of the Vaults personnel are doing and makes for the exit and the relative, if short lived, safety of the upper levels from the fire.

D: Tim grabs the nearest fire extinguishers, jumps in the lift and heads down, marching, to Level 8 to sort out whatever it is that has gone wrong their so that he can get back to sleep.

Well, the choice is yours. Feedback is more than welcome.
 
This might belong in the Roleplaying Forum instead, but I guess the moderators will move it if they feel a need.

I think Tim needs more information about what's going on first, so I vote for option A.
 
Chapter 1: Leaving the Nest, part 2.

Remembering his duty as a Vault Security Member, and the proper protocols and procedures, Tim quickly jogged over to the communication terminal beside the Vault Map. The communications terminal was clearly very busy, various system checks and processes were taking place littering its screens with green code and text moving just fast enough so that you couldn’t read what it was. It appeared that a lot of the communication systems’ processor power had been transferred to another system, the data storage system, which was very odd as usually communications were higher priority than the data banks. The terminal itself was mounted on a pillar in the middle of the corridor; hurriedly Tim pressed the call button for Operations and waited for an answer.

Looking around at the shadow of chaos and panic left by the fleeing Vault Personnel the seriousness of the situation began to etch itself more and more into Tim’s mind and he quickly began to wake up. The main screen on the communications terminal flickered and then the face of one of the Operations Officers appeared on it.

“Yes?” The voice said, a tone of shock and panic carried in the sound of the woman’s voice.

“Yeah, this is Security Officer 145; I am on level 4, what is happening, over?” Tim kept a cool calm tone to his voice, as usual, he was good under pressure.

“Yes, uhm, hold on a second.” The screen went blank for a moment, Tim was on hold.

In this brief pause Tim took the time to secure his belt and clothing, straightening himself out a bit. Quickly looking over his gear, he made sure he had everything he would need, he didn’t want to get caught with his trousers down in the middle of this crisis; the Overseer would have him flogged to within an inch of his life with a scaffold pole. The screen sprung back into life, the image of the woman once again showing on it.

“Alright, 145 you said? Good, uh, head down to level 6, and take some fire extinguishers with you, the place is on fire. Lieutenant Balk is down there; you will take your orders from him and assist him in any way possible. Understood?” The woman’s voice seemed calmer now, as if something had changed.

“Affirmative, level 6. 145 out.” Wasting no time Tim ended the conversation, letting the terminal get back to whatever it was doing.

Running down to the small security office at the end of the corridor Tim rushed inside and grabbed two fire extinguishers carrying them to the lift and calling it. Luck would have it that the lift he picked was on his floor right now, the doors slid open and a Tim jumped inside, setting one of the red canisters down on the floor to press the button for Level 6. The lift gave off a ping to signal it was on its way and the door slid shut, with a slight jerk the lift began its decent.

Gripping the fire extinguishers in either hand Tim watched the floor readout as it slid down through four and five and approached six. There was another ping and the doors slid open, smoke blanketed the top of the corridor and of course quickly spread into the open lift. Tim went to step outside but before he could two Vault Citizens burst in, one was being carried by the other, both had blackened cloths and faces, the one being carried was coughing uncontrollably. The Citizen carrying the smoke filled dweller turned to Tim as he laid the coughing man down on the elevator floor. He had to half shout as the alarms were ringing all over this floor.

“The Lieutenant is just over there, go help him!” The Citizen tended to his coughing comrade for a moment and then turned to the lift controls, ready to head up.

“Get going!” He shouted.

Obediently Tim, fire extinguishers in hand, jogged out of the lift, which then closed behind him. Jogging down the smoke filled corridor Tim approached the hellish yellow glow of the flames which lay ahead of him on this floor, he could hear people shouting in front of him and scurrying around. The bursts of extinguishers beckoned him deep into the smoke, clenching with both cheeks, Tim disappeared into the smoke following the sound of his fellow Vault Dwellers.


The next part is pretty linear, so there isn’t much point giving you guys a choice of what happened, part 3 should be arriving tomorrow some time. I am a bit tired now (which is why this part is so short). What do you guys think of this so far?
 
I like it so far, and it's a neat idea. I've been writing interactive fiction since I read the first Choose Your Own Adventure books when I was 4 or 5 years old. My first efforts weren't all that good, but I've gotten better and have written more sophisticated branching stories since then, some with RPG elements and/or die rolls for a random factor. I've done something similar to this when running multiple people through solo adventures I've written at the same time, allowing them to vote on the protagonist's choices.
 
Chapter 1: Leaving the Nest, part 3 – Fire in *my* hole?


Tim burst through the smoke screen on the other side, directly in front of him was the doorway to the Officers Mess, the door appeared to be stuck open and flames were licking up the sides of the door frame while a backwards waterfall of thin grey smoke trickled from the top of the door arch and added to the pool of smoke floating on the ceiling. To his left lay the corridor to the kitchen, about one third of the way down it part of the ceiling fixed hardware of pipes, computer wires, steel support beams and electrical cables had collapsed in a smoldering dirt covered mess, blocking any chance of easy passage. To his right one of his fellow dwellers was locked in combat with flames emanating from the second entrance to the mess hall, his fire hose blasting the resilient flames with little apparent effect.

Beneath his feet Tim felt the ominous shudder and dulled sound of an explosion on one of the levels below him, this was quickly followed by a shudder of an even bigger explosion. Clutching both extinguishers Tim rushed over to the man desperately failing to dull the flames with the fire hose. He dropped one of the extinguishers by his feet and pulled the pin on the on in hand, quickly turning it on the fire and pulling the handle. A gust of white Co2 and powder quickly filled the surrounding area in a light mist, the majority of it spewing over the flames, pushing them back into the room. Once the flames were back far enough, Tim made his move.

“ANYONE ELSE IN THERE?” He yelled at the man wielding the hose.

“NO.” The man shouted shaking his head, his eyes still fixed on the aim of his hose.

Tim gestured for the man to stop with the hose, which he did, stepping forward he tapped the “close” button on the door console, slowing bringing the door down and putting a metal barrier between them and the flames. With the roar of the flames and the hose gone, he could speak clearly. Looking at the man properly Tim realized it was Lieutenant Balk, passing the fire extinguisher into the other hand Tim stood to attention and saluted. The lieutenant wasn’t as tall as Tim, standing only 5”9 but he was a stocky character, his hair slightly grey around the edges and a thick short scar down one cheek.

“Sir, Security 145 reporting as ordered.” Tim felt stupid having to be so formal in such an informal situation but he wasn’t really willing to get another talk on ‘how to behave in front of officers’ when all this was over.

“Excellent work 145, but dispense with the official bullshit.” Lieutenant Balk exclaimed, making Tim feel a bit of an idiot for saluting, but he didn’t care, he wasn’t risking getting another ‘how to behave’ speech.

Another Vault Security Officer ran over, approaching from further down the corridor.

“119 Reporting, fire in the Main Computer Core has been contained and should be out momentarily, Operations is secure, the blast doors have sealed and all Operations Personnel are at their posts inside organizing the emergency crews.” The short dark man was slightly out of breath, sweat was trickling down his head and he had various smoke, dirt and oil, possibly blood, stains on his dark blue jumpsuit. Lieutenant Balk explained the situation.

“Alright, here’s what’s going on. From what Operations has pieced together one of the Reactor Engineers was skimming a bit of water out of the coolant intake tank to drink, seems he forgot to equalize the pressure or some such, when he turned the valve the tap blew off its fitting, went straight through the poor bastards head like an axe through milk and lodged in wall behind him. The water in the coolant tank quickly drained through the leak and the engineers couldn’t stop it. The primary reactor has gone critical, the resulting power surge has blown out a number of systems and caused some serious damage, we have little time before the reactor melts down and floods the whole Vault with a lethal dose of radiation. Any questions?”

The other Security Officer blinked, and then broke into a fantastically fast run for the stairwell marked “Exit”. Tim watched him, still slightly in shock from the cataclysmic news. After watching the short dark man dart through the stairwell door like a Gecko on Jet he turned back to Lieutenant Balk.

“It’s ok to be afraid son.” Lieutenant Balk said, a slight frown on his face.

“Just remember to do your duty, unlike that spineless son of a bitch.” Lieutenant Balk firmly placed one hand on Tim’s shoulder. For some reason this greatly comforted Tim and he felt able to suppress his fears and carry on doing his job, that and the lieutenant had his other hand on his side arm.

“Yes, sir. Wh… What can we do?” Tim said, thinking through the situation in his head.

“Sweet fuck all, son. Just ain’t no way we can stop it now, it’s gone too far. And with the water shortage there simply isn’t enough time to drain the water from the other sections of the Vault and pump it into the coolant tanks, and even if there were, it would buy us more time, not another chance.” Lieutenant Balk said, his voice seemingly calm and collected considering the atmosphere. Slowly Lieutenant Balk dropped his hand from its resting point above his fire arm.

“So what’s the plan, sir?” Tim said, considering a one way trip to the nearest stock of booze before the end.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, son. We’re popping the hatch and getting as many people and supplies out as we can, then we seal the Vault door and hope like Mary hell it can contain the blast.” Lieutenant Balk’s attention was broken by a small explosion further down the corridor. Tim straightened his back and took a deep breath.

“My orders, sir?” Tim said. Lieutenant Balk turned back towards Tim, a small smile breaking across his face.

“You? You’re going to get your raggedy ass over to the armoury on Level 3, pick yourself up a rifle and then use my access card to override the main lock and open the Vault door. Most of the Vault Personnel are up there in the main storage bay, once you’ve opened the door and checked to make sure it’s safe, organize the rest of the downers and get as many supplies as possible out of the Entrance Cave and into the clearing in the forest below. When the timer on the reactor reaches ten minuets, get everyone the hell out. The remainder of the high level officers and I will stay down here and try to contain as much as the damage as possible, then when the timer hits eight minuets will we get out and seal the door. Understood?” As usual lieutenant Balk explained himself and his plan perfectly.

“Affirmative sir, I won’t let you down.” Tim felt a great sense of purpose and right doing as lieutenant Balk handed him his high clearance security pass.

Wasting no time, Tim ran to the main stairwell and started his journey up to Level 3.


Ok so it was a while coming, but its here now. Alas again this part is pretty linear but don’t worry, choices will be woven in at the end of the next chapter, promise. ;) Feedback, as always, is welcome.
 
Hey buddy listen to me...

I'm...enamored by what you're doing.

Let me explain. I like any fan-fiction for Fallout however the fact that you thought of and included the "Choose-your-own-Adventure" thing is great both for immersion and letting everyone here take part. Also I just plain like your storytelling. I've noted a deep attention to detail. Perhaps the best example is how the engineer died, because he wasnt watching his equipment while he snuck a drink of water from the reactor water. In a water rationing situation I would expect someone to do something like that and also to have exceedingly bad consequences to represent it. Even more the idea of them having to leave the Vault, not due to a lack of supplies or being attacked, but due to a failure in the Vault itself is super-realisitic yet something I dont think anyone thought of.

Extremely intense work.

Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
 
Brilliant!

Thank you for the feedback 'The Vault Dweller' I am extremely pleased to see that people can appreciate my work so much and in such a way, the way in which I had hoped people would like it. Thank you for the excellent comment. I’m inspired so much I'm going to write the fourth installment right now, stay tuned. :)
 
This is one of teh best writings I've seen yet. You are among the stars of NMA writers in my book.
 
More amazing feedback, brilliant! Heres the next installment for you:

Chapter 1: Leaving the Nest, part 4 – ‘… Holding a pee shooter and my member.’


Tim burst through the swinging fire resistant doors that served as the exit to the stairwell, he was on Level 3. The smoke hadn’t worked its way up this far yet and the entire floor was lifeless and silent other than the flashing red lights and the intermittent tone of the alarm which somehow seemed to ethicize the cold sterile silence of this abandoned Vault floor. To his left lay the end of the first living quarters area and the ventilation system access, to his right the larger half of the remaining living quarters and the route which he would be taking, once he had finished in the armoury, to get to the main Vault Door.

Tim was out of breath from sprinting up six flights of stairs, he turned to his left and began jogging down the corridor, the sound of his thick leather boots slapping the steel coated concrete floor echoing across the entire floor. The armoury Lieutenant Balk had spoken of was just past the first entrance to the ventilation control area, about half way down the corridor the announcement system crackled into life.

“All Officers report to Operations VIA the nearest communications terminal, all other personnel report to the Main Storage assembly area in an orderly fashion. Repeat…”

Tim didn’t bother listening to the message again; his heavy panting and the thud of his boots on the floor somehow helped him to concentrate. Passing one of the entrances to the main ventilation area Tim could hear the heavy machinery of the ventilation system going to work. Presumably Operations were shutting off the ventilation system in order to cut off the air supply for the various fires on the lower levels, it also dawned on him that they would be closing the heavy air vent shutters in order to try and contain the radiation and blast from the reactor meld down more effectively.

Tim reached the security door to the armoury, he punched in his access code perfectly, the adrenalin flowing through him heightening his concentration and removing all feeling of sleepiness and fatigue that he was feeling earlier. There seemed to be an eternal momentary pause before the light on the door turned green with a satisfying ping and the door slid open, clicking into its place above the door arch. Tim stepped inside waiting a moment as the lights flickered and then activated fully, illuminating the room in pale white light.

The armoury was tiny, no more than six meters squared with shelves and gun racks lining its walls. Hurriedly Tim scanned the room for a weapon; to his dismay only a handful of pipe rifles, slung in back strap holsters, made up this armouries fire arm compliment. Most of the more powerful weapons had been moved to the lower levels, where only top clearance personnel had access to them, where most of the high tech specialist equipment, such as Geiger Counters and Motion Sensors had been moved to the top level, ever since that incident when a bar fight turned into a shoot out.

“Spoilt for fucking choice, as usual.” Tim muttered, grabbing the nearest pipe rifle and its back slung holster and fitting it to his person. The pipe rifle wasn’t anywhere as effective as his 9mm side arm but it was more accurate and had a slightly longer range.

A quick look around the room revealed an item that sparked Tim’s interest however. One of the shelves just inside the door had a collection of S.E.I.D. units resting on it. Dashing over Tim pulled the nearest one from the shelf and examined it. From the outside it looked nothing more than a metal arm bracer, being round and clamping onto the wrist with five small hidden clips, which clasped together inside the seam, making the whole unit look like one piece of metal wrapped around the wearer’s wrist. It had a leather padded interior and a very discreet line on its upper side, Tim had read up on these little gadgets and had always dreamed of having one for him self. Putting pressure on just the right spot and pushing with the grip from his fingers he slid open the hidden shutter to reveal the small computer panel inside.

The unit was off at the moment but it appeared to be in pristine condition. The SEID, or “Specialist Electronic Information Database” as the engraved label on the upper most part of the inside read, was based on its American counterpart the ‘Pip Boy’. The SEID however was much more compact and a lot more expensive to produce than the Pip Boy, which is why only the United Kingdom manufactured them, having only this one large Vault rather than the impressive network that their American allies had created. Pulling up his sleeve Tim firmly held the SEID in place and then clasped it shut around his wrist. The screen immediately lit up and an annoying log in tone played as the SEID performed a self diagnostic and systems check.

“Welcome to the Vault Tech SEID 1.02, please stand by while the system performs a self diagnostic and system check.” An annoying female computer voice rang out, accompanied by the same message in text on the main SEID view screen.

Tim disabled the sound on the device, closed the small sliding shutter that disguised this wonder of technology and then pulled his sleeve back down over it, leaving it to perform its self starting check while he readied himself for the outside world, he knew that this small device would come in very handy in whatever horrors awaited him outside the four foot thick Vault door. Now in a rush more than ever, Tim began collecting whatever other equipment he would need from the room.

Pulling a rucksack out from under the lowest shelf on one side he opened it up and began filling it with things he would need in the outside world; a box of 80 9mm rounds for the pipe rifle, a pack of six flares, a length of rope and an ammunition belt that could hold twenty 9mm rounds which he fitted over one shoulder and under another. He also took the chance to grab a collection of empty clips for his 9mm side arm, he reached down to slide the empty clips into his belt but something felt wrong. Looking down he saw what it was, his 9mm pistol had fallen out of his holster at some point, the small flap that held it in place hadn’t been clipped down and it must have fallen out.

“NO! Fuck! FUCK!” Tim yelled there was no time to go back and look for it and Operations would have him bent over a barrel quicker than a whore in a brothel full of marines when they found out he had lost it.

There wasn’t time for much more, Tim grabbed a combat knife in its attachable leg mounted holster and threw it into the bag, and finally he grabbed a torch and a flip out truncheon and stuffed them into the bag. Zipping and clipping the bag shut he pulled it over one shoulder and jogged out of the Armoury heading all the way down to the other end of the corridor. Reaching the lift Tim called it down and hopped inside once the doors were open, hitting the button for Level 1 he reflected on the loss of his much loved 9mm pistol.

“Fuck!” He said half under his breath, very annoyed and frustrated that he had lost his beloved pistol, leaving him with only this 9mm pee shooter pipe rifle as a weapon.

The lift shuddered to a halt at Level 1, the door slid open and Tim walked out. Nearly everyone in the Vault was gathered here, crammed among the various crates and boxes that lined either side of the Main Storage area, there was an overwhelming buzz of conversation and everyone was darting around trying to find friends and loved ones and trying to get the full picture on what was going on. The sea of people fell silent and parted as Tim walked towards the large main Vault door. At the door were Lydia and Barney, two other Vault security officers, they seemed to by trying to keep the panic of the crowed to a minimum, but it was clear that they themselves had no idea what was going on and were just as scared as anyone else.

“Tim!” Lydia exclaimed laying eyes on him, pulling Tim towards her she spoke into his ear.

“What is going on? We haven’t heard from Operations yet and-.“ Tim stopped her mid sentence. Tim hated talking in front of crowds but in this instance he didn’t have much choice, he turned to mass of people, most of them staring at him and the rifle he had slung over his back.

“Alright people listen up! PEOPLE!” The last of the chatter died away and everyone stared at Tim waiting for him to speak.

“There has been an accident, Operations has ordered me VIA Lieutenant Balk to open the Vault door.” The chatter started to pick up again, the though of opening the Vault door was one that didn’t come to easily to most Downers.

“We will go outside, make sure its safe then everyone is going to carry as many supplies as they can out of the Vault and stack them outside.” The chatted seemed to pick up a bit.

“When the time comes the people at Operations and the remaining Vault Personnel will meet us outside. But for now, they need you to sit tight and wait while me and the other security personnel make sure it’s safe for us to leave.” The chatter sparked up once again and people began cutting through the crown looking for there friends. The large majority of the crowed however were gob smacked and watched Tim like a hawk, the Vault wasn’t scheduled to open for another forty years or so yet and it had come as quite a shock to everyone, Tim included.

Tim stepped up to the main Vault Door access console and pulled out Lieutenant Balk’s access card, slotting it into the reader he tapped in the commands for the inner door of the air lock to be opened and for main power to the outer heavy door to be established. The inner door creaked and moaned as the outer protective shield slid back, accompanied by the super re enforced solid metal shield. For the first time in seventeen years, there was only one door between Tim, the outside world and whatever horrors filled it. Tim motioned to turn around.

“Alrig- OOMFP” Tim found himself cut off mid sentence as Lydia and Barney both pushed him into the airlock, he stumbled on the door way and fell to the floor. The inner door quickly being closed behind him, sealing him in the airlock.

“Hey-HEY-HEEY!” He shouted, leaving his rucksack on the floor of the airlock he pounded his fist on the cold metal of the inner door which was now closed and locked.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He screamed at the small communications panel.

“Just like you said, you go outside and make sure it’s safe, if you come back alive and well we will know its ok to open the Vault Door and start moving stuff out.” Lydia replied through the small communication panel.

Before he could reply Tim heard a sound which nearly made him piss himself. The yellow rotating lights in the room were on and the siren that meant the Vault Door was about to open started up. Tim turned around clutching at the inner door while pressing his back against it. The massive metal cog like outer door of the vault shuddered violently and then began to slide forward. Tim reached up and grabbed the pipe rifle from out of his back holster, brining it to rest in front of him, his eyes and attention still fixated on the large metal door which was about to open and let whatever nasty things were on the other side in.

The large door stopped after moving a few feet forward and an arm of some sort slid in behind it, the arm attached itself to a clamp on the back of the door and then pulled the titanic piece of cold metal to one side. Tim froze, with the door gone and the lights in the airlock so bright, all he could see through the doorway was a wall of darkness, behind which lay the outside world. Tim was left there, on his own, exposed to the world. Apart from the one round in his rifle he was now left there by his fellow Dwellers, holding his member.


This chapter is a little longer than I had planned because it overran with the explanation of the SEID unit and so on, but I figure you won’t mind reading it, right? Well… kind of pointless saying it here at the end, if you are reading this then clearly you did read all of it. :)

As promised there is now a choice for the readers :)



What should Tim do?

A: Beat on the inner door and plead with them to let him back in.

B: Pick up his rucksack, square his shoulders and step outside the Vault, looking for any source of danger and the clearing in the woods the Lieutenant had spoken of like a good little soldier.

C: Have a quick look outside, wait there for a moment, and then make up a story about how he wondered outside for a while but found no danger.

D: Try and talk the other two security personnel into coming out with him to provide backup.

Choice is yours.
 
Choice A.

I mean sure its alot better to risk one person than all those others checking for danger, but if its dangerours outside it cant be worse than the reactor lettling loose.

I do suppose that the people havent been told that yet to keep them quiet...

Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
 
You are correct sir.

Tim didnt let on about the reactor problems because he didnt want to scare people, instead just labeling it as an 'accident' (as will be explained in the next section, on how he gets them to re open the door). Though the reason he alone was pushed outside is because the other Vault dwellers are scared, also it was a some what cut down attempt at humour. :)
 
:ok: Great story so far! I particularly like the idea of using the Vault door to seal the radiation in rather than out. Now that I see that this takes place in the UK the different layout of the Vault makes sense.

I vote for D. Going back into the Vault won't help since everyone has to leave soon anyway. Maybe Tim can persuade his fellow security officers not to be such cowards by pointing out that if he goes off alone and nothing kills him, he'll report what they did to Lt. Balk. And if something were to kill him because they weren't backing him up, they'll be in even more trouble when he arrives to find them still inside.
 
Hey, nice work with this. I have never really read much of these before, but yours has caught my eye. I pick choice D as well. His mission is to scout around outside, so he needs to get to that. Also, aren't the other security members supposed to assist him with this task? They would be going against order if they didn't.
 
Awesome, my story is really picking up steam now. I really like the way people are voting for different things to happen, just like each person playing throufh Fallout in their own way.

I'll leave it a little bit longer to allow any other voters to join in and then start writing up the next peice. Thanks to all the readers.
 
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