Furry Fallout

The gears whirl on the vault door as they slowly Whir to life. Keith stands at the threshold, waiting for the doors to open. They had heard stories of what lay ahead in the Wastelands... It was dangerous, but also intriguing... Starvation and disease had claimed the lives of all members in your vault... You are the last survivor.

With a small handgun in hand and the final scraps of food that could be found stuffed into their backpack, Keith Watched as the doors to the vault slid open with a thunderous clank. Blinding sunlight shined into the dark, dim vault. Stepping outside, Keith could feel the cool, soothing air brush over them. This was it... Down the hill from the vault was the remnants of an old village, there might be supplies... Or danger... Or they could go somewhere else... What would Keith do first