Male

The bright light of the sun hits you, hurting you eye sight as you raise your left hand over your eyes to shield yourself from the gaze as your right still holds the baseball bat coated in blood from the place you once called home.

The air is definitely fresher than in vault: but that doesn't mean it's clean as you smell shit and cough a little bit as it's also full of shit you were taught in class.

You take a deep breath in, then out: your first time breathing in the air of this new and strange world.

Your eyes tighten as they get adjusted to the sun: it's now time to start looking for your father.