not to be mistaken with vampires...
I thought I might make an introduction of our acquaintance, seems as we will be spending quite a lot of time together in the years to come.
My name is Alan Weaves, and I am as of today, officially a citizen of the number twenty-four vault. Today is the 13th of July, 2077, a day that will be remembered at least by me as a significant milestone in life. I got the generated letter from the President of Vault-Tec not forty-eight hours ago, one of no doubt thousands to be sent around the country. As far as I am aware, anyway, I was told it was meant to be an all-in occasion so to speak, I guess that is a question which will have to be left for when we resurface.
Whenever that is.
I might ask around though, there is always a chance that family members far away would have no choice but to occupy a vault closer to where they lived.
We are just taking the mono-rail to the vault now, an altogether short journey though in my excitement it’s beginning to feel like forever. My heart is racing; I don’t know why I’m excited. This is supposed to be a dark time, with the potential of a savage war happening around us, but I guess it’s the idea that I will be safe which soothes me. Though if it turns out to be another wolf cry, I might unregister, I’ve heard you can.
But we’ve never gotten this far before. The last two times we had gotten the letter, another had arrived five minutes later with the cry of wolf. If that happens now, if we get sealed in for several years without a purpose, I won’t be pleased.
I have to go now. The mono-rail is slowing, and I can hear calling from the front of the cart, people are beginning to rise. I suppose this is it, see you in the vault.