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Aug. 17th, 2014 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatgalfrom101There was a moment where Cassandra just... didn't feel like herself. She rushed herself out of the door of Vault 101 and into the cave, and she was halfway to the makeshift wooden door over the entrance before it even occurred to her to stop and think for a moment. But by that point, the door was closing behind her and she turned to face the door - she swore she could catch a glimpse of Amata through a sliver before it slid shut, and that was when it hit her.
She was outside of the vault.
She was outside of the vault and alone.
Swallowing hard, Cassandra dashed back over to the door, a moment of panic overcoming her until she heard the crunch of bones beneath her feet-- had those been there before? It caused her to stop again, slamming her hands against the heavy door as she leaned over, trying to catch her breath. As she did, her eyes scanned the worn down picket signs on the ground by the skeletons; "WE'RE DYING ASSHOLES" and "LET US IN MOTHERFUCKERS" in big bold letters.
Glancing over, she noticed the control panel and quickly moved over toward it, pressing anything she thought that might open the door, but it didn't budge. She didn't even know why she expected it to, but as she started to lower herself to her knees, she felt a bone dig into her leg and she bolted back up and sprinted out of the door and into the Capital Wasteland.
That's most of what she'd been able to get a glimpse of when she'd been digging around in the Overseer's terminal, quickly trying to open the tunnel to get away before he could catch her. That it was called the Capital Wasteland, some place called Megaton, that the Vault shit was some sort of experiment and-- fuck.
Jonas. Her dad.
It was then that her legs finally stopped cooperating, and she stumbled over her feet, and she managed to at least catch herself on a rock, glancing up at the 'scenic' sign. This was it. She was going to die out here, wasn't she? Her father could be anywhere by now. Cassandra could feel the ears coming and she clenched her jaw tight and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't cry, not here, not right fucking now. Lifting her right hand, she reached up and wiped at her face a bit, sniffling a few times before taking a deep breath and forcing herself to stay calm. Once she was sure she wasn't going to cry (she couldn't be weak), she tiredly glanced at her Pip-Boy, and Cassandra let out a defeated sigh before looking for some sort of radio signal.
Surprisingly enough, there was one. That was one hell of a start, and maybe it wouldn't be so hopeless after all.
Either way, so much for "we're born in the Vault, we die in the Vault." Wherever she was dying, it sure as hell wasn't in there.
"Shit."
She was outside of the vault.
She was outside of the vault and alone.
Swallowing hard, Cassandra dashed back over to the door, a moment of panic overcoming her until she heard the crunch of bones beneath her feet-- had those been there before? It caused her to stop again, slamming her hands against the heavy door as she leaned over, trying to catch her breath. As she did, her eyes scanned the worn down picket signs on the ground by the skeletons; "WE'RE DYING ASSHOLES" and "LET US IN MOTHERFUCKERS" in big bold letters.
Glancing over, she noticed the control panel and quickly moved over toward it, pressing anything she thought that might open the door, but it didn't budge. She didn't even know why she expected it to, but as she started to lower herself to her knees, she felt a bone dig into her leg and she bolted back up and sprinted out of the door and into the Capital Wasteland.
That's most of what she'd been able to get a glimpse of when she'd been digging around in the Overseer's terminal, quickly trying to open the tunnel to get away before he could catch her. That it was called the Capital Wasteland, some place called Megaton, that the Vault shit was some sort of experiment and-- fuck.
Jonas. Her dad.
It was then that her legs finally stopped cooperating, and she stumbled over her feet, and she managed to at least catch herself on a rock, glancing up at the 'scenic' sign. This was it. She was going to die out here, wasn't she? Her father could be anywhere by now. Cassandra could feel the ears coming and she clenched her jaw tight and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't cry, not here, not right fucking now. Lifting her right hand, she reached up and wiped at her face a bit, sniffling a few times before taking a deep breath and forcing herself to stay calm. Once she was sure she wasn't going to cry (she couldn't be weak), she tiredly glanced at her Pip-Boy, and Cassandra let out a defeated sigh before looking for some sort of radio signal.
Surprisingly enough, there was one. That was one hell of a start, and maybe it wouldn't be so hopeless after all.
Either way, so much for "we're born in the Vault, we die in the Vault." Wherever she was dying, it sure as hell wasn't in there.
"Shit."