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The Wanderer
Journal Entry 1
Date: 9/3/2255
Ruin's around Washington D.C.
Today I saw sunlight for the first time in 12 years. I have lived my entire life inside a Vault. Vault 112 . I stumbled upon 112 when I was only 8 years old. But I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start from the begging. My father was a hunter he met my mom after he killed a Deathclaw that was about to kill her. That night they made me, nine long months later I was born. My earliest memory is when my father told me this story when I was only 2 years old, the night the raiders came. I woke in the middle of the night and walked out of my tent to see a group of raiders around my mother and father. They then shot them and killed them. A woman in the group saw me and decided to take me into the group, she was the leader of the group and my new mother. They raised me like everyone else they trained me, thought me how to kill, to hunt.
One night 8 years later I was sitting around the camp fire, one of the raiders, James, came running back to the camp screaming something about Regulators coming for them. I panicked and ran towards my tent but fell over in all of the commotion and hit my head on a rock and passed out. I woke up to see the sun rising over the desert rocks. The raiders were all dead. I looked around I saw everyone of them dead. The only one I didn't notice among the bodies was James. He must have escaped into the night, perhaps he is still out there wondering the same thing. After that night I didn't know what to do so I began to wonder the surrounding are until I found Smith Casey's Garage. I decided to spend the night here, when I entered the room smelled like death and that's what it was. There was dead man laying on the mattress, I became scared and ran down the stairs in the basement in a hail of confusion. That's where I found Vault 112. That's where I would spend my next 12 years. Little did I know the world would be drastically different than when I entered my new home.
Journal Entry 2
Date: 9/3/2255
I entered Vault 112 with no hesitation, as soon as I opened the door a kindly robot greeted me and though I was one of the original vault dwellers. He handed me a jumpsuit and told me to get into my pod. "My pod?" I thought to myself. The robot showed me the way to my pod and I sat down. Suddenly I was transported to a pre-war time, a somewhat more peaceful time. I finally felt at ease. There was some kind of white substance on the ground that seemed to melt when I picked it up. I was then called over by a odd sounding man. He asked my name and I couldn't really remember after I hit my head a lot of my long term memory had vaporized and I couldn't figure it out so he said that he'll just call me "Wanderer". Over the years me and my new friend Braun became friends, he explained the Great War to me, mutations, and the Vault experiments. He thought me how to kill, how to shoot. Over time he said he would release me when I was ready to see the real world again. One day I woke up and Braun was over my bed and said only 3 words, "time to leave" we both agreed it was time. He unhooked me from the simulation. I tried to stand up right after getting out of the pod but fell over. One of the robots came up to me and extended his arm. I grabbed it and he pulled up and I slung my arms over his cold metal shoulders. They treated me until I was ready to leave. They gave me a PiPBOY 3000A, a R91 Assault Rifle, a set of Combat Armor, some Stimpaks, and what is apparently currency on the surface. I dressed myself loaded my gun and walked out from the large vault door and never looked back.
Journal Entry 3
Date: 9/3/2255
Now this is where the real story begins. I opened the door leaving Smith Casey's behind me, the sunlight burned my eyes. The burst of light filled my view, the smoke cleared and I saw the sun rising over the mountains as I did on that same night 12 years ago. I walked north for awhile until I came upon a group of roaming traders, I decided to travel with them for awhile because I could provide good protection for the rest of the group. I asked them where we were headed they said that we we're headed towards D.C so we could trade with the Brotherhood of Steel. I had two questions, why the hell would anyone want to go anywhere near D.C and what was the Brotherhood Of Steel. The caravan driver asked where had I been for the past 3 years. I replied with "Underground" which was good enough for the caravan driver. I doubted this "Brotherhood" could ever fix D.C. How wrong I was. When we arrived at the "Citadel" I was amazed. I had honestly thought that the worse part of a post-apocalypse was over. Yet again how wrong I was. I gather info from the people at the Citadel about what they were hoping to accomplish in the wasteland. I had also asked them where I could stay for the night and they recommended that I go to Rivet City and then to come back in the morning as they might have something for me to do. It was around 3PM when I arrived at Rivet City I had passed by a building with some scientist type people outside of the building. I approached the bridge but was forced to talk to a gruff, leading man that asked what my business in Rivet City was, I stated that I was looking for a place to stay for the night. He allowed me entry to the city, I hung around the marketplace for until about 9PM then I went to go find my room. I had a footlocker and a navy cot in a room shared with 10 different people.
The next morning I arrived at the Citadel with open arms, they told me that they had a job for me to do and if I wanted it I could have it. They simply wanted me to scourge the ruins for a place called The Jefferson Memorial. I was told to search around Rivet City. Easy enough, I started at Rivet City and asked around. I finally got my break when one person in the city is was just down the road from Rivet. I went down there to find people and scientific equipment. I told them I was asked by the Brotherhood to find them. They gave me a letter to return to Elder Lyons at once. I spent the night in the memorial and then went to the Citadel in the morning to give to Lyons the letter. When the asked for my name I simply replied "The Wanderer" and walked out into blazing sunlight. I returned to the Citadel with good news, but they weren't that happy on my way back a group of Super Mutants attacked the Citadel and they had lost 10 Brothers in battle, I told them that I shouldn't car because I wasn't in their group, to which Elder Lyons said guess again, initiate. Before I was brought into the Brotherhood they asked for my name, I stated my life's story and why I did not remember my name so they decided that I should be crowned Knight Brother.
Journal Entry 4
Date: 7/13/2258
Guard duty again, great. We haven't had a Super Mutant attack in almost 3 months. I found this in my footlocker so I decided to begin writing it again. Today there is some kind of commotion going on inside the memorial, apparently a baby is being born, wonderful, now I will probably never see fresh water.