Note: It has been more than fifty or so years after the war had ended and all major civillizations have collapsed with the hard hit ones being the middle east, asia, europe and north america, with australia and south america mostly collapsing due to lack of trade and nuclear winter, with the only semblences of civillization that remains, are the sparse factions and gangs of outlaws that roam the charred remains of the once lush world, and the vaults that had been built before the war to protect people whom the government deemed to be of value.
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Alexei was well on his way to the nearest vault that he could find, to sell the scrap that he found near one of the houses of the area that he was scavenging in, it was his way of life essentially, since he wasn't as lucky as the richer people who got to inhabit, the more luxurious vaults that had been specifically designed for them, but instead had to live with his parents in the basement of an not so impressive house which had been turned to rubble over the years.

(Fig.1: Alexei's looks)
Scrap was his main source of income and it was the selling scrap and other relics of the old world that made him not go to his bed hungry, his major sales were that to the eight or so vaults that were built around berlin, and getting caps in exchange of that, which honesty felt wonderful to him, when he first started this endeavour of his. Although most of the time he does seem to get lesser value than what he would be getting for selling the relics to the vaults, with him knowing that as well, but not being able to do much due to them being the only ones who were interested in such items, with the rest of the folks that he knew only being interested in things like canned food, or packaged water and things like those, which were a prized possession for nearly everyone, since afterall you need those to survive..
Something, which he didn't had to deal with today atleast, since he had his supplies with him, given to him by the vault that was employing him this time, also something that wasnt going to be problem tonight, was bandits, since they often do roam the streets, at these times, since it's easier to find places where there may be potential supplies, through people who have already spent time searching for it, than doing it themselves, and then killing them and taking all the supplies for themselves..
He had seen his fair share of people getting killed this way, he had also seen entire villages being raided by bandits for a few pieces of caps and some scrap, something so insignificant yet, something that these freaks would murder innocent people for, thought Alexei..
Today, it seemed that his luck was with him, since for the last two days he had been coming back empty handed with nothing to show for it, to the people back at the vault that he had been staying at for a while now...and it wasn't really the first time he was staying at a vault, or well it wasn't that he was staying at his home either, since he had moved out of his well "home" when he was around 16 or so, due to the environment that he had to be subjected with at his home. And as such he decided that he was not going to tolerate it anymore, and decided to get going...
Although, till now he didn't really find much, "I would get paid like shit, if I show these crap to the vault today" he thought, and why would he not, he was holding like what two or so half burnt magazines of the old, who would give a shit about some old magazines about some cartoons hopping and crushing mushrooms..it seemed useless even, good only as fuel to the fire..
'Something other than bricks and pipes and shit and I would be the happiest fucking man alive' he thinks, as he keeps on searching the barren rubble of the old desolate building that seemed to have been bombed to oblivion, with the only thing that kept them from collapsing completely, being sheer luck itself...with him searching for almost half an hour now, at this place but still with nothing on his hands..
"This shithole has nothing to offer?" He says in annoyance, as he seems to leave, while he feels something hit his boot when he was about to leave..it didn't felt like brick that was for certain, although if it was another piece of some metallic garbage, he would lose it..
He looked at his gloves, which he wore on his hands, and began to dig out the object, that he felt his foot touch..it seemed to be some sort of weird plastic device, with a pair of long stringy earpieces attached to it? Maybe it was worth something maybe, maybe? If it worked properly that was.
It did seem to turn on, and play some sort of music, which he, and the entire neighbourhood heard as well, and that wasnt a good thing, since noise attracts ferals and ghouls, along with the infected, and all he had was a glock on him, something he found at a place he didn't remember quite well..
Although he didn't get much time to think of these things, since some other friends had arrived to give him company, with them being wretched rats, and rabid dogs, around 5 in total, as he would quickly put the thing in his pocket, and would give a dash, on the way that he came from,
But lo..dogs had been attracted from that place as well, mostly maybe due to the dogs had barked at alexei when he came face to face with them, which attracted their attention as well, with him giving all the strength that his legs had, to dash as fast as he could to the nearest place that he could find, and that being an gathering place,
"This of all places? Have you gone mad? You haven't paid your dues back, that woman would eat you alive, Better to be the Prey of dogs than going back in there" Is all that he could think of, "don't..just don't, anywhere but that place" is all that rang in his ears, other than the barks of the dogs that chased him..
The shots went bam! bamm! baam baamm baammm!!!! as the Glock crackled, As One dog yelped another dropped dead on the spot, hitting a nearby wall, face first, however more came, and still he was fucked either way..now that he saw the glorified diner infront of him, with people eating, joking laughing, drinking inside of there, while he was being chased by dogs.