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It was a blessing being among the lucky that got into the vaults when the world ended. Not everyone had the chance to escape the bombs and many perished. The vaults were a haven for those select lucky few. Generations came and went in this perfect little utopia. It was wonderful. Peaceful. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Surely nothing would. Whatever was going on in the outside world (if there even was an outside world anymore), it was nobody's business in here. In here, they were safe. Happy. It was paradise.
Colton lived his whole life in here, knowing nothing else outside the lock of the vault door. He had heard stories growing up, tales of lush valleys filled with trees and sparkling lakes. Passed down through books and verbal stories, the meaning of what a lake was had become a little lost on many of the people who lived here, but Colton liked to believe it was something beautiful. He had once swiped a book from the classroom when he was just a young boy and wore down the pages through the years continuously flipping through to look at the pictures. His favorite was one showing this supposed "lake" surrounded on all sides by trees and giant rocky formations in the distant backgrounds. Mountains, they called them.
He would have loved to see mountains.
One day, perhaps, the radiation would be gone and the world would be safe. One day, perhaps, that vault door would open and they'd be safe to venture out and see a lake firsthand. Mountains. Forests. It would be beautiful, he just knew it. He dreamed it nearly every night.
For now, however, he had work to do.
Just heading back from the reactor after having assisted in its weekly maintenance, he sat down at a table in the cafeteria to help himself to a meal. It was a rather mundance life. Nothing overly exciting ever happened. There was no crime here, few accidents, little mischief, and there was always plenty to do. Honestly, Colton wouldn't have had it any other way. This was perfect.
Paradise.
Colton lived his whole life in here, knowing nothing else outside the lock of the vault door. He had heard stories growing up, tales of lush valleys filled with trees and sparkling lakes. Passed down through books and verbal stories, the meaning of what a lake was had become a little lost on many of the people who lived here, but Colton liked to believe it was something beautiful. He had once swiped a book from the classroom when he was just a young boy and wore down the pages through the years continuously flipping through to look at the pictures. His favorite was one showing this supposed "lake" surrounded on all sides by trees and giant rocky formations in the distant backgrounds. Mountains, they called them.
He would have loved to see mountains.
One day, perhaps, the radiation would be gone and the world would be safe. One day, perhaps, that vault door would open and they'd be safe to venture out and see a lake firsthand. Mountains. Forests. It would be beautiful, he just knew it. He dreamed it nearly every night.
For now, however, he had work to do.
Just heading back from the reactor after having assisted in its weekly maintenance, he sat down at a table in the cafeteria to help himself to a meal. It was a rather mundance life. Nothing overly exciting ever happened. There was no crime here, few accidents, little mischief, and there was always plenty to do. Honestly, Colton wouldn't have had it any other way. This was perfect.
Paradise.