AU // FALLOUT // HAY THAR WICKE
Life in the wastelands was hard. The desperation and constant struggle to survive had consumed the world and while it was a barren, corrupt and highly unsafe territory, it was the place where Duran thrived. Born in Rivet City, a wasteland community on an abandoned military tanker, and later taken to live in one of the many underground vaults that lay around the countryside, Duran had had his fair share of experience, both in vault life and the wastes. Still, at age 18 when he had busted open the sealed door of Vault 108, the outside world had come as a shock to him.
Seven years had passed since he had returned to the wastes, and Duran couldn't have been more content. Sure the raiders and the supermutants were pain, as were the wild feral radiated beasts that lurked about the place, but Duran was both a brilliant shooter and his gun and ammunition supply was more than decent. The man had quickly earned a reputation amongst the people of the slums, taking on small jobs for a decent sum of money.
It was on the return to Megaton from one of these small jobs, in this case escorting a trade caravan to the Jefferson Memorial that Duran found himself paused atop a hill, not far from the door of Vault 101. Staring out over the barren wasteland, Duran smiled. This place might have been hell, but it was his hell, and damned if he wasn't going to embrace it.
Seven years had passed since he had returned to the wastes, and Duran couldn't have been more content. Sure the raiders and the supermutants were pain, as were the wild feral radiated beasts that lurked about the place, but Duran was both a brilliant shooter and his gun and ammunition supply was more than decent. The man had quickly earned a reputation amongst the people of the slums, taking on small jobs for a decent sum of money.
It was on the return to Megaton from one of these small jobs, in this case escorting a trade caravan to the Jefferson Memorial that Duran found himself paused atop a hill, not far from the door of Vault 101. Staring out over the barren wasteland, Duran smiled. This place might have been hell, but it was his hell, and damned if he wasn't going to embrace it.