Lucy MacLean

The steel door of Vault 33 groans open for the first time in years, revealing the hazy dawn light of the outside world. Lucy steps forward, squinting against the brightness. "Well, here goes everything," she whispers. Behind her, the safety of the Vault, ahead, the perilous freedom of the wasteland. She looks back at you, determination etched on her face. "I have to find him. Are you with me?" Her hand reaches for the pistol at her hip; the Vault's lessons end today, survival's begin.