FALLOUT

This document is brought to you by Historian Evelyn Sable and her team. The writings were found in an abandoned bomb shelter and put into order. This work is accessible to the public so that more may be learned and understood about the Nuclear War of 2019.

Day 1: From the Journal of Michael Scott

My name is Michael Garry Scott, and I've decided to write about the things I am going through and the things I have already endured. The year is 2025, and I'm not sure about the date or time. It's all the same to me now. I was lucky enough to come across a blank book and ink. This was given to me as a gift by a previous acquaintance of mine, Holly Flax. Holly is dead now, as are many others that I once knew and called friends. The sky is a constant burning orange, and the air smells of smoke and rot. By day we burn and at night we freeze. The drastic change of temperature is the only way anyone can tell when the morning comes and the evening falls. I am one of the last humans left on Earth, after the war began in 2019. I don't know how the war started, only that I have found myself caught up in all its aftereffects. I was once the leader of a rebellious squad. We fought against the mutant monsters created by the radiation and toxins released by nuclear weaponry. Eventually though, everyone died- everyone except me. They gave their lives to save me. Holly, Phyllis, Creed, Kevin, Meredith, Dwight, Andy, Angela, Oscar, Toby, and Erin- I could have saved you if I knew then what I know now. But I ran like the coward I was. I am not that person anymore. I dedicate these writings, and my life- whatever is left of that- to you. I swear I'll make it up to you all, even if the skin burns off my body and I'm left as one of THEM. I won't abandon you this time. I promise.

Day 1- Official Report by Pamela Halpert

My name is Pam, and this is what I know about the beginning of the war. Ironically, it was exactly one year after the date I married my husband Jim. My name used to be Pam Beesly. That's not important but I felt the need to document it anyway.
Jim and I were celebrating our anniversary at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. He was asking me about what I wanted to do with the day and I suggested we go hot-air ballooning. He smiled and said that it sounded "pretty cool." I remember his words exactly. They were some of the last things he said in that lighthearted way he used to have. Now he, just like the rest of us, is stuck in a depression and what used to be happiness has turned into a hard exterior. Jim never smiles anymore. I'm not sure when the last time I smiled was either. The TV turned itself on as we were discussing the details of the day. The volume had managed to go up as high as it could, and Jim rushed to turn it off. This startled me but wasn't completely unexpected. Electrical appliances had been acting strange for the past month. The radio would turn itself on and play nothing but a crackling static. The phones would ring but when we picked one up, it was completely dead and said it needed to be charged immediately. One night, Jim and I were asleep when we were woken up by an obnoxiously loud alarm, and the room was filled with smoke. We rushed downstairs to find that the oven had been on for who knows how long, although neither of us had used it that day. The insides were all charred and melted out, and when we called the Fire Department they couldn't find anything wrong. The remains were too ruined to see anything.
Jim said he'd call his friend Ryan, who was more or less a genius with fixing and making things. This was about the TV situation. However, I shushed him and paid attention to what was happening on the television.
It was a government issued warning saying that every citizen was to evacuate their homes IMMEDIATELY and gather together in one hour at the old Dunder Mifflin Paper Company building, which had been turned into a Fallout Shelter right after its closing 6 years prior to this event. We were to pack our most important supplies and flee. The Nation's Capitol had been overtaken, and Nuclear Weapons were detected. The enemy was not yet identified. The only thing known for sure was that it was necessary to abandon our homes and belongings, and that the approaching danger was the most serious threat ever known to the United States of America. These events transpired 2 years ago. It is now 2021. Scranton, Pennsylvania was the first to go.

Day -1: Recorded Message From the Answering Machine of Ryan Howard this was recorded the day before the war officially began. This is a printed version of a call between Ryan Howard and Kelly Kapur, a woman believed to be his lover at the time. (Evelyn Sable)

HOWARD, RYAN: What is it now, Kelly?
KAPUR, KELLY: I just wanted to talk to you, Ryan! Why are you being so mean to me?
HOWARD, RYAN: I told you not to call me anymore. I told you things were over with us.
KAPUR, KELLY: Ryan, please! I need you! I don't know what I did wrong but if you'd just tell me, I could change- HOWARD, RYAN: I don't think this is fair to me or to you. I... I know some things, Kelly. Things about the future. I can't have a girl in my life right now.
KAPUR, KELLY: ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU'RE GAY? HOWARD, RYAN: sighs Listen Kelly, I said it's over. he hangs up

This is all I have of the fic so far but I'm probably going to delete the part between Ryan and Kelly, or at least edit the crap out of it. Here are my ideas now

"Fallout" Summary Michael, Ryan, and Pam are the last remaining survivors in an apocalyptic world. The three are holed up together in a bomb shelter, reminiscing over better times. As the final explosions go off, signaling the Earth's end, they share one last farewell.

enfp, istp, isfp

Michael has sacrificed a lot to protect the other 2, because he can't live without them- but he also loves them both. He's probably got prosthetic legs, and is missing an eye. He wears an eyepatch and duster, and fights with a machine gun. He is a mentor for Ryan and Pam, who, in the past, were allied together in a fight against some mutant creatures. Michael rescued them both, which caused him to lose his legs from injury and eventually infection that required amputation. Ryan was the one who acquired the prosthetics, and Pam performed the surgery. Since then the trio has somehow managed to stay alive, though they aren't sure how. Michael once had a squadron of his own, though they had planned a mutiny and since joined the enemy. I'm gonna class Michael as chaotic good, Pam as lawful good, and Ryan as lawful evil. His eccentricity and spontaneous ideas make him the group's ideal leader.

Ryan formed an odd partnership with Pam after his previous ally Kelly killed herself. Pam had been an associate of Kelly's, and Ryan came to her when he realized he had no one left. At first he thought he could make it on his own, but soon came to the conclusion that he actually could not. Ryan specializes in inventing things and working with metals, having an unusual knowledge of mechanics. His inventions have gotten the group out of many life or death situations. He is alright on his own, but thrives most when he is around his comrades. He fights with laser blades, not unlike lightsabers.

Pam was Kelly's best friend before she killed herself. She decided to team up with Ryan because they shared a common ground: having lost their lovers. Pam was once married to a man named Jim, before he was recruited to join the struggling military force. On the front lines he lost his life. Ryan had been on a visit to Pam when she received the news. Ryan was able to sympathize, although he'd never loved Kelly- he understood the loss. Seeing that he was currently working solo and that Pam had nowhere to turn, he offered to team up with her, as his skills would benefit her and her skills would benefit him. Pam was a doctor before Jim's death, and now only provides her services to Michael and Ryan- who manage to get themselves hurt quite a lot.