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Vault 101

*NOTE* Everything related to the world/setting of this story belongs to Bethesda Game Studios, the creators of Fallout.

Part One:
I lay, motionless on my bed. Blood poured out of my thigh like a calm river, I, without a doubt, was dying. Let me start at the beginning. When the nuclear bombs were dropped on the United States the company once known as Vault-Tec built underground fallout shelters, more commonly known as vaults. Many people, including myself, had no idea that the vaults were actually social experiments. Some of the experiments were sick and twisted, while others were fairly mild.
I, Jack, grew up in a vault, vault 101. Life in the vault was mostly smooth sailing as long as you could follow the rules. And the main rule was: you're born in the vault, you die in the vault. Many people never questioned what life was like outside the vault and many people were happy to avoid contact with people in the wastes. Life was plain, normal and honestly boring. Most people in the vault were happy with a simple life, they said "it's a hell of a lot better than life in that wasteland," although I wondered how they could make such a claim. None of them knew what the wasteland was like and none of them ever will.