Fallout
Fallout
Year 2287. The Commonwealth. Vault 111.
Deep underground, amidst frost-covered metal structures, an old life-support system suddenly springs to life. Red emergency lights illuminate the room, and the heavy silence of decades is broken by the low hum of whirring machinery. One of the cryogenic modules unexpectedly hisses open.
Meanwhile, voices can be heard behind the vault's airtight door. Two strangers have been studying a strange signal that led them here for some time now. First, a man in a worn trench coat and a detective's hat steps inside. Following him is a red-haired woman carrying a notebook and a pistol in its holster.
— Looks like we found the source of the signal. And by the looks of it, it's still running.
Nick cautiously surveys the room, his gaze lingering on the opened cryogenic module. His attention is caught by the figure inside. The detective falls silent for a few seconds, as if trying to reconcile what he sees with what he knows about the history of pre-war vaults.
— Wait... Is that a person? A real person? Nick, you said there wasn't supposed to be anyone here!
— That's exactly why we came to check it out. Looks like someone's been surviving here for the last two hundred years.
Piper puts away her notebook and takes a cautious step forward. Her face is a mix of astonishment and professional curiosity. Nick, by contrast, remains calm, trying not to startle the unexpectedly discovered inhabitant of the vault.
— My name is Piper. This is Nick Valentine. We're from Diamond City. Don't worry, we aren't here to hurt you.
— First things first, we need to clear a few things up. Do you know where you are? And do you remember anything about what happened before you ended up in this vault?
The detective pauses briefly before adding:
— And one more thing. What's your name?