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^ Sat all night just outside the 101 entrance. Or it's the exit, I guess. Didn't wanna head off and get killed. I was dumb enough to leave the vault, but I'm not that dumb to wander off in pitch darkness.

"Dad. Where the fuck are you?"

That was all I could utter when the vault door sealed itself behind me really loud. This night sky is blinding, man. I mean, it could've been daylight when I walked out of 101, but, even at night it was, you know, like a metaphor. Blinding. It was just......so this is what D.C. looks like.

D.C. All fucked up. Fubar. I only saw pics of it back in grade school. Dad said even pics can never tell the whole story. This ain't anything like the pics. I was thinking green grass and too many trees, and lots people sightseeing and all. I mean, I knew all that was snuffed out in a huge ass fireball. But shit, those pics were so pretty. So damn pretty. Maybe that's what Dad meant. The pics were of good looking things, and now that I'm on the surface I can see the rest of the story. Well, not the rest, but a good enough part to tell me I got a lot to deal with. A hellova lot.

Maybe Dad'll luck out and I'll get killed by some mutants or something and he won't get his ass kicked by me anyway 'cause I'll be dead. Maybe it'll be enough for him to know his daughter and only kid got snuffed out looking for him and the guilt will torture him to death. Asshole. Fuck, I miss him.

I'll just sit here for a bit and look out over D.C. Good view. Better not go forward for now, it's dark out. Might be some seriously nasty shit walking around looking for something to kill and eat. Not giving them that satisfaction. Just have to wait til sunrise.

Dad, where the fuck are you?