My colony was one big cabin in the wall, well... only for the time being. I was trying to get a vault made as the overall goal. My best shot at those early moments in history was Vas. i can't remember her past but that does matter because she made her own history at Salvation. She was there for us through thick and thin, cold snap to heat stroke... if it wasn't for her we would be dead a lot sooner, and i don't mean that lightly. She traveled in the biting cold to hunt deer when we needed it, and she defended us from raiders too. Fast forward a year, the cabins completed, about 10 colonists all ready to begin construction on the master project. "Salvation Vault". Mid-way through mining a AI ship crash landed near our cabin. Vas, Chris, Lee were drafted to destroy it. Now at this time i had no idea scythers popped out of the ship once you shot it so i was under prepared. Chris was gored when he stood too close to a sentry explosion, while lee was running towards those bastards equipped with a plasteel sword and power armor. Vas had a devilstrand duster and a sniper rifle. It wasn't long before she fell to the ground when her arm was shot off, lying in shock from the blow. Lee finished the job while backup came to end the raid. I felt destroyed, my two best soldiers were killed or immobilized. Vas couldn't fire a gun with one arm so soon after i acquired enough money to barely purchase a basic bionic arm. It was the least i could do for someone who had saved my ass 20 times over. With construction completed i felt pretty safe in this hole in the wall. I did not anticipate someone setting up siege equipment right outside. Waiting drove us nuts, everyone was at each other's throats. People don't like when they're restricted from sunlight for so long. Lee was driven mad by the darkness all around him. You've seen how horror movie victims always try to get away but keep fumbling over themselves or tripping over shit? And the killer takes his fucking sweet time? It was pretty much like that. He slaughtered about 7 people, tearing off limbs and heads. It was pretty awesome for at least a moment. My doctor ended him with a shotgun blast to the head in complete darkness. I couldn't believe it when i saw Vas still alive with another fucking limb cut off! Her damn leg! Somehow before the raiders were able to bust in i brought medicine into the sleeping quarters and took refuge there. Only 3 people now. Trying to survive in complete darkness. The doctor so hungry, tired, and torn apart collapsed after only healing Vas' wounds enough to save her. The doctors corpse in the corner of the room, where she died from exhaustion laid staring at the ceiling. You can hear the muffled yelling from the raiders talking back at one another above the sound of roaring fire. She was the baddest motherfucker to ever hold a sniper rifle and she was there from the brutal beginning to her death. Lying in bed, unable to move and waiting to die...

I hope you enjoyed that. this is my first time actually writing a short story that im ok with showing and i probably fucked up the pacing or wording here and there, but to be honest this story was so badass that i couldn't not tell it. rimworld has great writing prompts