Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33756381-20181118212057

Disclaimer: My inspiration for this story is the Fallout Series. I’ve never played any of the games I just know that an atomic bomb went off and everything is radioactive. This is not at all supposed to be video game pasta! This is just based on the idea of Fallout. ____________________________________________________________________________

April 9th It’s been a week since the bomb went off; and a week since me and my family arrived in this bunker. I don’t know how long they plan on keeping us hear but they sure seemed to have this situation all planned out. They first made us take these tests I guess to find out our interests and careers. After the test they didn’t waste much time putting everyone to work besides the pregnant woman, and children. I work in storage room while my husband works in the power plant. We don’t get much rest, and the hours are horrible but I guess if it keeps me and my family safe I’m all for it.

April 14th Yesterday someone who worked in the storage room with me. A middle age, meat-head. He was in the middle of caring an over-sized box of food when he dropped it on his foot. As soon as the box hit his foot he looked like he was ready to snap. His face got read and he stormed out of the room. I rushed after him as he walked down the hallway towards the entrance of the bunker and started to scream and bang at the door with his bulging fists. He was screaming, “Let us out of here, you can’t keep us in this god forsaken vault forever working us to death. I’d rather take my chances in the radiation than work here for the rest of my days.” For about three more minutes he was screaming things along those lines until four armed men approached him and carried him to the elevator where he would surely being going to meet the overseer of the vault. It’s been a day now and nobody has seen him. I wonder what happened to him. Maybe it will come up in the next vault meeting.

April 16th Last night in the sleeping quarters me and about seven other people stayed up talking about what was happening outside of the vault, and what happened to the meathead I had mentioned before-who I learned was named Joe. Most of our chatter was educated guesses based on what radiation has been known to do. A couple of us joking about how their might dudes with boobs, or chicks with dicks. But one man named Carl spoke up and said he was one of the people who got to the vault later than most. He said he hunkered down in his basement the bomb went. He said he waited a few days before coming out and when he did he was horrified by the lifelessness of his once lively neighborhood. Houses were in shambles, playgrounds were no longer populated by cheerful kids and cars were abandoned. There was nobody in site. Then he said how not only was the neighborhood dead but in fact there where animal carcasses everywhere, squirrels, birds, cats, and dogs. Lots of them with major skin infections and lack of fur. He said he started stumbling around looking at the surreal sights, when he thought he heard someone from a house to his left. He ran to the house to see if anyone was their but he was instantly halted about ¾ the way their when he saw what he described to be, “I monstrous bear standing on his hind legs reaching up to 11 feet tall, with fur missing and disgusting skin infections all over its body.” He said it began to charge at him on all fours and after a split second of processing what was happening he took off and lost the bear. He said a couple days later he found the vault we are in now. After he was done with his story a girl next to be started laughing hysterically, we all looked at her and then at Carl, he simply rolled his eyes and layed down. The rest of us layed down after him and that's where I am now writing this down, and to be honest I’m freaking terrified. My hand is shaking so much that I keep dropping my pen. If what Carl said it the real deal then I don’t plan on ever leaving this vault. I hope it was just a joke though.

April 20th People are getting restless and more and more people are trying to leave each day and all end up going to the overseer to never be seen again. Some rumor that the overseer lets them go but through and alternate exit, others say the overseer executes them to prevent from people leaving. I’m hoping the first of those rumors is true. Not like I’m planning on leaving because that story from Carl still worries me. I plan on asking more questions about the outside world, but for now that’s all I’ve got.

April 21th Right now I hear banging on the vault door and an ear piercing scream. It’s been going on for about twenty minutes now and I’m wondering if vault security are going to deal with it. Because this is really worrying me and my son who is now snuggling up against me asking for it to stop. I’ve been telling him it’s alright and that vault security will stop whatever is making that noise. It's been another ten minutes and it still hasn't stopped so I’m heading out their right now to see what's up. Tell you about it soon.

April 22th Last night when I went to investigate the noise, I was walking down the hallway to the vault exit and to my surprise no one was there except around six armed guards and the overseer. But to my surprise the noises could still be heard it took me a second to realize but the noises were coming from outside the vault. I ran up to the overseer and asked why they were not letting the poor person outside in. The overseer stared at me for a second before motioning to a couple cards who started carrying me back to the sleeping quarters. I started yelling, “Let me go! Let me go!” When of the guards shushed me and said, “Please don’t struggle the overseer knows what he is doing.” I reply with, “Then why is he just standing their not opening the door to the person on the other side.” The guard froze for a moment before looking at the other guard then telling me very quietly, “That is no person.” I freeze as the guards carry me into the living quarters and place me into an open bed. I’ve been pondering what the man meant by, “That is no person.” for a while. I’ll get back on you once I decide what I’ve made of this.

April 29th God it has been a long week. Right now me and my son are hiding in the storage room. John my son, is crying into my shirt right now as I’m writing. I just want to get this out before what's out their finds us. I was working in the storage room when suddenly a huge began to erupt through the vault, merely knock over boxes in the storage room. I went out into the hallway and told my son to wait in the room for me, because John was watching me work that day. Out in the hallway I could see other people who lived in the vault rushing out of their work areas and resting chambers to see what made that huge bang. The source of the noise was nowhere in site and suddenly there was another- BOOM!- and another- BOOM!- and it kept going and going, almost making a few people fall to the ground. The noise was emerging from the bunker exit. The booms seem to become louder and louder with from bang on the vault door. Soon the door began to cripple as people watched in fighting stillness, after the door began to become weaker and weaker more and more people ran off grabbing the children to retreat to lower floors. I stayed though until the door had completely toppled over. The sun light was beaming in and I felt like it almost blinded me. As the creature that had knocked down the door began to emerge into the vault it features became clear. It looked like a… uh… well there is no way else to describe it, it was a monitor, with huge horns on its head, the face of a burnt hairless cow with red eyes, and a beefy human body. That isn’t the worst part of it though. He was huge, and I don’t mean 11 feet tall like that bear carl had seen. No it was ranging from 18-20 feet tall. It struggled to even get in the oversized entrance, and had to duck when walking in the hallways. And in its massive pulsing hand it carried a wooden bloodied club that was bigger than 5 times thicker than my entire arm. As it started clubbing it’s way through the hallway destroying equipment and bashing people into the walls he was getting closer to me, and in those few seconds I thought I was going to die. I couldn't help but tear up as his thumbs became louder approaching me. And as the bull faced creature was about to put me out of my misery my husband ran in stuck a high voltage power strip into its stomach. The beast screeched with agonizing pain as it swung the club towards by husband knocking him into the wall, and he fell to his death. I didn’t take much before the beast regained its strength and I regained my mind and I ducked back into the storage room. Now we are back to what is happening now. The monstrosity is to big to fit into the door but in a fit of rage he is hammering at the paper then walls around the door to create a big enough whole he can get it. Hese almost done, so I told John to go hide in one of the crates which he reluctantly agreed to. Now I’m just waiting for the inevitable. I’m saying my final prayers and now I’m placing this in another crate as I get in another. This will be the last time I’m writing since I’m putting this journal in a separate crate if I survive I will write again if I don’t I told my son to take it out and carry it with him and sign his name at the bottom. If… if someone else found this then… well I wouldn't like to think what happend. Goodbye hopefully for now. 