Then there was a hissing sound, like hydraulic press getting warmed up before it ground to a halt with a tremendous screech, like someone had thrown a cat into a woodchipper. I wasn’t blind after all, it was dim and red, but it was something. I don’t know how long I railed against the cramped confines, if I had been more lucid the age old fear of being buried alive might have triggered my mild claustrophobia, but thankfully I was in a right state so it didn’t occur to me.Įventually I hit something that gave way and there was light.

So of course I started clawing and screaming, my throat hoarse, my fists banging into hard and sharp surfaces. You see a few years ago my eyesight went from pretty good to legally blind in the space of a few months thanks to an infection, ever since then I’ve been deathly scared of it going all the way, more than a few nightmares have been about waking up blind. The second thing I noticed was I couldn’t see. I’m no stranger to it, I grew up swimming in the Bass Strait during winter after all, but that had nothing on this, it felt like every cell in my body was encased in ice, drilling down into my very soul. The first thing I noticed when I woke was the cold. There will be butterflies, actions will have consequences, and in true Fallout fashion. This is not going to be a rehash of the game. The chapters will be larger and the story has a defined endpoint. I hope to update this regularly, but not tri-weekly like I do with my main story Cruel to be Kind, which will still be updated as per normal. The MC hasn’t taken over the Soul Survivor's body, he doesn’t have meta knowledge of anything post Fallout: New Vegas and he doesn’t have a photographic memory so he will forget things and make mistakes. While I’ve also labelled it as an SI it’s not really, it just fit in the tags better than modern guy wakes up in Fallout.

Notes: A few things to know about this story, I’ve labelled it AU for a reason, I’ll be altering small things about the game to make it fit closer to reality, such as the distance between places, the number of people in a settlement, and things like that. This is the story of one man’s adventures in The Commonwealth of Massachusetts as he struggles to come to terms with the strange alien world he has found himself in. Summary: When you wake up in a Vault-Tec cryopod in the year 2287 you’ve got two options, lay down and die or crawl out through the fallout.

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