And so it begins.

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Journal Entry 1

September 1st, 2287

And so it begins. My name is Scarlet. It's the year 2287, that's at least what the locals and that Pipboy that I kindly confiscated from a dead Vault-Tec employee tells me. I've been frozen for more than 200 years in a cryo vault, actually believing those bastards at Vault-Tec about "decontamination". Fuckers.

Well, I have nobody. Never had kids, although I tried with my husband. My husband never made it to a vault. Never seen the Nuclear War that almost ended mankind anyway. He died in 2074. Car accident, the authorities called it. I still don't believe it. I knew he was CIA. I knew he went to that basement in Slocum Joe's everyday. Still don't know what is there, might want to check that out place sometime. 

Here I am, writing my thoughts. What am I even doing? Why shouldn't I just pull the trigger? Or let me get killed by "raiders", or whatever those drug addicted maniacs are called? There is nothing here for me. Maybe I will finally be reunited with my husband again. But something in my head tells me I should keep fighting. Like I did when my husband died. Like I always did when I was in Anchorage. I lost so many friends on that front that I can't even count them all.

I knew that would happen the moment I enlisted. Losing people I care about. But I already lost the person I cared about the most already, so it didn't bother me anymore. And it probably never will. Especially in this new, harsh world that was once the United States of America. Oh, well.

Our basement was still intact, so I took some things and setup a lookout somewhere quite far from a place I used to call "home". My PPK will come in handy. I should head out, it's already beginning to rain.