Your story

"So what's your real name?"

"It's Claire, what about you?"

"Nora"

"Well Nora, what's your story?"

"I'm from one of the vaults, vault 111. My family and I found shelter there when the bombs dropped..."

"Whoa what do you mean when the bombs dropped? That was over 200 years ago."

"Well, funny story actually. In this vault, they had these strange machines which froze me and my family. Preserved us, I guess. It wasn't until recently that I was finally woken up."

"So that makes you more than 200 years old then?"

You chuckle at this thought. "Hahaha, I guess it does."

"So what happened to your family then?"

"My husband was killed. Some strange man and a scientist unfroze him and shot him right in front of my eyes. Took my son too. I was trying to track them down when I was taken by the Black Kings. And... I'm sure you know what my story has been like since then." You stare at the ground in silence after this last part, being reminded of all the trauma you've recently endured, first with the **** of your husband and the **** of your son, and now being captured and **** by the Black Kings.