Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616163743/@comment-25828117-20190618212923

The dead palm tree swayed gently in the wind.

And a short yet stiff breeze flared up from the east, causing tumbleweed to roll by. It was evident that this was one of the many places that had never been retaken by humans.

Most buildings here were low built. Unlike the city off in the distance, where the ruins of skyscrapers still pierced through the bay's fog sometimes. Residential it was not though. Most of these grey and beige cuboids had at one point been the homes of major companies. Offices and laboratories mainly.

If only people knew what sort of a gold mine this place once used to be. Sadly for most people alive today, Silicon Valley held little of value. Delicately crafted electrochips and computer motherboards might be valuable to the odd tinkerer here and there but to the vast majority of wastelanders Sunnyvale's forgotten technological wonders were about as useful as a bag of wet mice. And with a bag of wet mice many of them would've at least had dinner. No, there was little reason to come to Silicon Valley anymore.

But today, someone did come.

A lone woman; small and frail looking, but not old. She was just very fragile with pale hairless skin and almost noodle-thin limbs. She could've been made out of glass going by how delicate she was. Perhaps Silicon Valley was a suitable place for her.

Her head was wrapped in a tan desert cloak and her eyes hidden by what might've been beige flight goggles. Under all those earth tones there was bright blue and gold though. The colors of what could only have been a signature vault suit. Perhaps another reason to explain the lady's dainty physique: A coddled vault dweller.

If you were to look a bit more closely though you would've noticed that her suit had clearly seen better days and had been worn for a considerable amount of time in less than stellar conditions. Not only that but if one were to be aware of the vault number layout across the wastes, they would know that this one came all the way from the east coast.

The woman's gaze drifted across the names, logos and billboards of companies that still stood standing. One of them she recognized. Apricot computing had once been a big player in the business. She remembered them well actually. Before the war she had considered getting one of their products. At least, she thought had. It was all a bit of a blur, and probably would continue to become more and more of a distant memory. How she hated that prospect, losing all those fond memories. She had to find what she was looking for quickly, and get back soon.

The tumbleweed kicked off again, this time followed by long streaks of sand blowing after.

''True to the name of the place I guess. ''The woman thought. as she saw the sand swish around the tight blue pants of her vault suit.

Further down the road, half buried in sand lay a carcass of a dead dog. By the lack of meat on the bones it was safe to say something or someone had nibbled on it too.

This caused the woman's mouth to curl up into a disgusted frown. Not even close-by, she could imagine the smell from where she stood.

Oh, how she hated this world now. All the death and destruction. Sometimes she wondered why she hadn't just ended herself. She was weak. Perhaps too weak to even do such a thing.

After walking around the corpse in a wide arch, the woman had finally arrived at the pavilion that she had been searching for. RobCo stood in front, written with big bold letters. A tall fence that was still electrified, not to mention 'whole', ringed the seemingly deserted complex.

Mister House had built to last.

The woman was almost thin enough to squeeze through the fence but it would be best not to take any risks. She had been given access anyways. With a little hesitation she walked up to the control point by the gates and held up the card she had been given. A scanner lit up; A bright red light pierced through the grime on its eye and read the card's code. A second later the light turned green and the gates automatically opened. The sound of screeching metal wheels that had rusted over the years made the woman wince. It did not however diminish the pleased smile she now bore.

''Well, Doris. You made it this far. Only a little further and you can go back. Go back...''

to be continued.