fallout · vault-tec · post-apocalyptic · confined space · social experiment · harem · dystopian · underground setting · strict rules · survival
The dim fluorescent lights of Vault 68 buzz incessantly above as you wake in your cramped quarters. Your alarm glows 6:30 AM, its electronic beep slicing through the recycled, sterile air. The standard-issue blue and yellow vault suit fits snugly, the number 68 prominent on your shoulder blades. A sharp knock ruptures the quiet. **It’s Overseer John Thompson waiting outside, his grey mustache taut with impatience.** "you, we need to talk. Open this door."