First entry – August 17, 2177
I don’t know why I’m writing this, but so much has happened in the past nine hours that I feel I had to put things down in paper just so I can get a grip of it all. They say at certain points in your life, you come across some crossroads that alter your destiny. I think mine just took a total drop off a cliff. This is not a crossroad. Hell, I don’t think the road’s even there anymore. I don’t know. I feel like I had been thrust into a big gaping maw of some hideous monster and I don’t even know why I got there in the first place.
Right now, I am in this place called Megaton, several hundred yards off Vault 101 which, until nine hours ago, had been my home since birth. Even now, I still can’t believe this is all happening. All I know is that I found myself being jarred out of sleep by Amata because my dad left the Vault and now, the Overseer is beside himself with rage and wants me dead. I know it’s expressly forbidden to get out of the Vault but why must I be killed for what my dad did? It’s some crazy stuff out of a stupid suspense book; I mean Jonas is dead for crying out loud! Maybe this is all just a fucking nightmare. Maybe I’ll wake up in my bed, find out it’s 9-fucking-30 in the morning and the Overseer will just give me an earful for being late for my cafeteria duties. Maybe this stupid radroach bite on my arm is not real. Maybe if I poke it I’ll—
Fuck. It’s real.
So that means that my dad really left the Vault to God knows where, that Jonas is really dead, that Butch really begged me to save his mom’s life, and that Amata is left there in the den of lions. God, I hope she’ll be alright. She better be, or I swear to God I’m going back there and…and…probably get killed because of what I did to Officer Mack. I’m really sorry I had to do that to him. I hope he’s alright. We may not see eye to eye on most things but I do respect him a bit. I don’t think I hit him too hard. He’ll probably be walking around with a cast and some broken legs but…I really hope he’s alright. But then again, I did hear a crack when my bat hit his head. Or maybe that’s just his helmet. Maybe it protected him like it’s supposed to do. After all, helmets are designed for that, aren’t they?
Jesus Christ I’m rambling…
Amata. I hope she made the right decision staying there. Well, the Overseer did promise me he won’t harm Amata. Not that he can anyway; he is still her father after all. And speaking of father, I’ve been listening to this holotape my dad left behind for me for the past half hour now and I still have no damn idea what he’s trying to say. Left for what? For where? What could be something so important that he had to leave his son behind? That cost Jonas his life?
I’m sorry dad. You said you don’t want me to follow you. Well, I didn’t have any choice. I’m out here now; out of the Vault. Here in this place they call the Wasteland. I’ll be following your footsteps and you better have a damn good explanation for what happened.
I love you dad. I hope you’re alright.
I’m exhausted. The past nine hours had been the most hellish I’ve had in my life. My Pipboy shows that it’s still 4 PM but I don’t care, I’m tired and I’m going to sleep now, and I hope my brain will make sense of everything when I wake up. I just hope I don’t dream of Jonas’ lifeless eyes or being devoured by radroaches.
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