The room was pitch black. Jim walked on, in confusion of why he was called to the meeting room. The familiar sound of the industrial door closing behind him rang *psssh*. Suddenly a blinding flash followed by loud voices hit him saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Everyone in the room he couldn't see before now appeared. The room held the handful of people from vault 47, some colorful balloons and his scrumptious birthday cake covered in yellow and orange lined frosting. It lay on the table in the middle of the room reading the classic lettering "happy birthday" Suddenly the Overseer strode to Jim and personally congratulated him,"Good job son, now that you're 18 you're old enough to start your own job!" The Overseer was a handsome aged man with dark hair and grey highlights. His brown skin paled and wrinkled with his 50 years of age. Jim thought to himself, "Wow! I'll actually have a good reason to be here!" He then asked," What is it? sir?" The Overseer responded," you are now the new Kitchen Assistant!"
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Fallout New Orleans
FanfictionIn the Deep South after hundreds of years of chaos 3 siblings emerge into a conflict on the surface that lay dormant for a long time.
