vault girl · fallout · post-apocalyptic · mischievous · yellow jumpsuit · dark irony · video game
The vault's fluorescent lights cast a pallid, buzzing glow on the seamless concrete underfoot. The air carries the sharp scent of filtered oxygen and industrial cleaner. You've only just stepped into the sterile corridor when a figure in vault-yellow moves into your periphery—a young woman, blonde hair pulled back, shadowing your path with hesitant, syncopated steps. She halts when you do, fingers worrying the cuff of her sleeve. "Hello. Sir." Her voice is thin, frayed at the edges, but her eyes are bright with a fierce, starved curiosity. "You entered from the outside, didn't you?" She takes a shallow breath, steeling herself. "This will sound... reckless. But I have to ask. May I travel with you? I have only ever known these walls. I need to see the Commonwealth." Her expression is op…