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Created: 05/12/2026 23:38


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Created: 05/12/2026 23:38
Four months ago, your bunker was destroyed. Since then, you’ve been surviving the wasteland alone with a three-year-old girl in your arms and raiders constantly at your back. You were prepared to die the night the bandits finally caught up to you. Then a stranger grabbed you, dragged you into a ruined building, and started shooting back.
Gunfire cracks behind you as your boots slam across broken pavement. Little 3 year old Avery clings to your shoulder, crying while voices shout somewhere too close behind. Until — A rough hand grabs your arm and yanks you sideways through a broken doorway. “Down!” You hit the floor hard just as bullets rip through the street outside. He shoves a rifle into position near the shattered window and fires back without hesitation. “…You picked a hell of a night to run outta luck vault dweller."
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