Ezekiel
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Tag!: Explosions, Science, Medicine
A New Dead World
A short one for now I'll have another one up maybe tomorrow.
S. 6
P. 5
E. 5
C. 5
I. 9
A. 5
L. 5
Tag!: Explosions, Science, Medicine
A New Dead World
My name is Ezekiel. It means power of God, or at least that's what my father James told me. I'm currently typing this my first journal entry, on a cliff outside my former home, Vault 101. Well not so much typing as much as editing a text document already on my Pip-Boy. Always was good at tinkering with the damn thing. More so after becoming a Pip-Boy Programmer.
At any rate, here I am out in the wastes, looking for him. I'm out here with no food or water, and no direction. And to think yesterday everything was normal...
It all began with my friend Amata waking me from my sleep. I hand waved her nervousness by telling her I was dreaming about her. Then she told me my dad had somehow gotten out of the and the Overseer didn't take the news well. He had killed Jonas and started a manhunt for me. She tried to convince me take a pistol she smuggled out, but I told her to keep it. It may not have been practical, but I had a gun already. The BB gun my dad got me for my tenth birthday. Thinking back on it, I probably only took it cause the situation hadn't sunk in yet.
I had to fight my waste past all of the Overseer's goons as well a few radroaches, but I told myself if I could help it, I wouldn't get distracted from my goal. Of course just such a distraction came in the form of one Butch DeLoria begging me to save his mother from the dreaded radroaches. If only he knew what irony meant. I convinced him to man and up and take care of the problem, but I ended up helping him in the end. In thanks he gave me his Tunnel Snakes coat. Almost as bad a gift as a Beatrice birthday poem (like the one this log used to be).
Shortly afterwards, I came upon Amata being interrogated by her so called father and that punk of a security head. She opened fire on Mack and bolted out of there while I made my way to the Overseer's room. On my way there I saw Jonas. Or rather, his body. I took his labcoat and donned it over my Vault-Tec Uniform and made for the exit. It would serve as a reminder to me of this terrible day. As the door to the vault began to open, Amata approached me amazed at my handiwork. I told her that when I say I'll do something, I damn well mean it. I tried to convince her to come with me, but we were attacked by more security goons. Amata ran off, and I shattered both of the goons legs with my baseball bat. And then... I just left. Amata wasn't about to come with me, and there was nothing else here for me.
I was blinded as I stepped out, the sun was brighter then bright, and I had to sit down for a minute until my vision returned. Looking out at the wasteland all I saw was death. Mr. Brody had said the bombs fell about 200 years ago. To me it looked more twenty.
--LOG END--
At any rate, here I am out in the wastes, looking for him. I'm out here with no food or water, and no direction. And to think yesterday everything was normal...
It all began with my friend Amata waking me from my sleep. I hand waved her nervousness by telling her I was dreaming about her. Then she told me my dad had somehow gotten out of the and the Overseer didn't take the news well. He had killed Jonas and started a manhunt for me. She tried to convince me take a pistol she smuggled out, but I told her to keep it. It may not have been practical, but I had a gun already. The BB gun my dad got me for my tenth birthday. Thinking back on it, I probably only took it cause the situation hadn't sunk in yet.
I had to fight my waste past all of the Overseer's goons as well a few radroaches, but I told myself if I could help it, I wouldn't get distracted from my goal. Of course just such a distraction came in the form of one Butch DeLoria begging me to save his mother from the dreaded radroaches. If only he knew what irony meant. I convinced him to man and up and take care of the problem, but I ended up helping him in the end. In thanks he gave me his Tunnel Snakes coat. Almost as bad a gift as a Beatrice birthday poem (like the one this log used to be).
Shortly afterwards, I came upon Amata being interrogated by her so called father and that punk of a security head. She opened fire on Mack and bolted out of there while I made my way to the Overseer's room. On my way there I saw Jonas. Or rather, his body. I took his labcoat and donned it over my Vault-Tec Uniform and made for the exit. It would serve as a reminder to me of this terrible day. As the door to the vault began to open, Amata approached me amazed at my handiwork. I told her that when I say I'll do something, I damn well mean it. I tried to convince her to come with me, but we were attacked by more security goons. Amata ran off, and I shattered both of the goons legs with my baseball bat. And then... I just left. Amata wasn't about to come with me, and there was nothing else here for me.
I was blinded as I stepped out, the sun was brighter then bright, and I had to sit down for a minute until my vision returned. Looking out at the wasteland all I saw was death. Mr. Brody had said the bombs fell about 200 years ago. To me it looked more twenty.
--LOG END--