AcceptTheRealWorld

I always loved the way your hand felt in mine But how am I gonna feel it When you're 200 miles away

Watching Butch walk off with anger in my eyes, I finally had some alone time. No little kid wandering up to me, no rebel trying to fist bump me, no nothing. I thought about my Dad. Would he have wanted me to come back and help the ever-so-desperate Vault 101? Shaking my head, I blew the thought out of my mind. My Dad was gone. I had to get that through my big head. Your father's dead, Stephen. He's gone, and you have to make your own choices. I remembered the words Sentinel Lyons said to me whilst grieving. She was right, I'm 20. I had to make my own choices, and my choice was to help my best friend and my home. I did remember all the alone t

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of faint chattering, footsteps on metal, and the squeak of cheap mattresses. For half a second, I could have sworn that I was in my dirty Megaton home, Dogmeat by my bedside. Coming to realization that I was at the Vault, I rubbed my eyes and got up. As homely as the Vault was, and always would be, it wasn't the same. Butch and his gang of 'Rebels' spray painted every goddamn wall, or piece of furniture, or rather some vault suits even. I checked the time on my Pipboy. 10:32 AM. It was early for me, but most of the Vault was usually up at 8 or 9 anyway. I saw a child's face peer from behind the door that