Prologue

So...here I am...again. Alone. Where are my friends? Possibly dead. Possibly changed. So...I lay here remembering my past. Some people are afraid of their past. Some people are completely fine with it. But...me...I don't hide it...I'm not afraid of it. I just want it to go the fuck away. Sigh...maybe...maybe I shouldn't have took those steps outside of that fabled gate of Vault 101. Maybe I shouldn't have punched The Overseer in the face for killing Jonas...Maybe I would of had a chance to...return someday...but I now know that all hope of that...is dead. There are some things I shouldn't have done. Some things I should have done. But I know now...that no matter what I do...it will have no significance to my past...I am...who I am. My identity has faded long ago. Now all people remember me as...is The Lone Wanderer. But am I really lone? Am I really a wanderer? Or am I just running away...from my past? Every turn I take...something from that fabeled tale...pops back up. My tale. The tale am I doomed to live with until that day happens the day...that I stop breathing and my body...hits the ground.

But for now...I'm doomed...to remember...those days. Vault 101...The Capital Wasteland...The Pitt...Point Lookout... a simulation of a major event in history that happened 200 years ago in Alaska... being abducted onto a motherfucking alien mothership... and then...my favorite...the hunting and the exterminating...of the Enclave.

Those events...shaped...the Lone Wanderer...me. It all started...that one day in Project Purity...otherwise known as the Jefferson Memorial.

End of Prologue.

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So...yeah. I'm making a prequel to the story that I'm currently writing...kinda funny isn't it? But ah well...please review...and if you haven't read my story...go do so now...please?