Wasteland novice || betteroffdeadpool


It had been two weeks since Alex had escaped from Vault 101. Since her father’s temper and abuse had pushed her over the edge, and she’d fled in fear for her life. She was currently camping out in the shell of a ruined house a little way out from Megaton. She had a tiny supply of food and a small pistol that she’d taken from the corpse of a Raider, but neither would last very long. 

But, as she settled down in the most sheltered part of the decrepit house, Alex heard a noise. Footsteps. She grabbed the pistol, clutching it in fear as she heard whoever it was get closer. She just prayed it wasn’t a Raider, she’d never make it out alive…