(heavily inspired by Fallout Game)
Y/n pov
I was born in the vault. I have never breathed the earth's air, never felt the wind breeze beside my face, and never floated in water.
All my life is spent between these four thick metal walls. Everyone has their own roles and responsibilities. We have workers like resource managers who oversee power, water, and food supplies—engineers, mechanics, electricians, farmers ,cleaners, merchants & scavengers,.
They are in charge of power generation, ensuring the electricity plant produces power and oxygen throughout the vault, with the help of generators and solar panels.
Additionally, they manage water production, ensuring the water is clean and safe to drink. Food production is also included, whether it’s growing food by farmers, producing food, or hunting for it—that’s where the scavengers & warriors come in.
The resource manager leader handles storage.They maintain the pantry and cold storage, ensuring food is safe to consume, and they store other essential supplies and excess resources for use when needed, including during emergencies.
Researchers, builders, weaponsmiths, and medical staff like chemists, scientists, and doctors are responsible for research and development in labs, maintaining and building infrastructure, producing healing items, producing/selling weapons, outfits, and other devices for vault dwellers. Keeping the med bay operational.
Security personnel, like guards and warriors, are in charge of the safety of the dwellers, guarding every section and perimeter. They also train scavengers and warriors to go to the surface—or so I’ve heard. All of these roles are assigned by a vault overseer. Each vault has a leader who keeps things in check, ensuring everything runs smoothly. They are also responsible for assigning living quarters to vault dwellers, and they enforce quarantine or lockdown if necessary.
Each type of job serves to take care of the vault and its dwellers—the people who live here. I am a vault dweller, born and raised in this place.
I have never been to the surface, the real ground. But I have been taught by the teachers here. Yes, there is a school, even in this underground bunker. There are also administrative jobs. Our teachers have told us what happened, what forced us to live underground instead of on the surface.
99 years ago, Earth was hit by a bomb. The residents—us—took refuge in vaults because of a global nuclear war, often referred to as The Great War. This catastrophic event involved the use of atomic bombs (nuclear weapons), which destroyed much of civilization, leaving behind a radioactive wasteland filled with dangers like radiation, mutated creatures, and scarce resources.
The vaults are designed to protect people from the devastating effects of these atomic bombs and the fallout that followed, allowing us to survive underground while the surface world remained uninhabitable.
Our teachers say that after 100 years, we would be able to live on the surface again. But as we approach the 100-year mark, the overseer has said nothing.
I demand answers, but some people seem content staying underground. Everything appears merry and happy down here, but all I want is to be upstairs—to breathe the Earth's air. In the books, I’ve seen pictures of the sea, the mountains, the trees, and the skies. Here, the skies and the ground are an imitation. It doesn't feel authentic.
I want to experience the real world. "Y/N, it’s your birthday today, my love. You’re all grown up. I can't wait for your marriage..." My mind snaps back to reality—back to this stainless steel prison. You could call it a prison. In a way, it’s maybe a cage or even a tomb, trapping us. I don't know about everyone else, but living my whole life underground is not what I envisioned. But these people don’t seem to care. Even after 100 years, my generation finally gets a taste of the outside.
