SiberianDelerium

Trigger Warning: This fic contains mentions of suicide. :thumb205834303: 18th February 2089 How long has it been since the bombs fell? Feels like an eternity since I’ve seen grass. Outside is too dangerous. Irradiated to high hell. Not to mention those crazed assholes that look like fucking corpses. What are they? They won’t go away. A few of them tried to break in. Would’ve caught me if I didn’t set those traps. I should make more. 17th June 2091 I ventured into a town today. Megaton, it was called. Only about 20 people living there. Probably the most humans I’ve seen together in a long time. A few of them t