<strong><em>There has been a breach of the Vault’s integrity. All personnel are required to report to their assigned stations. There has been a breach of the Vault’s integrity. All personnel are required to report to their assigned stations</em></strong><br/><br/>Oh not another drill again. Kenya cursed out loud and took off her headphones. The emergency broadcast was send on the same frequency as the music she played so all the people inside the vault who were listening to radio 1-11 were now hearing the broadcast in stereo. The luxuries of the Vault were limitless. She sighed and shook her head and stood up to walk to the door and get herself something to drink from the cafetaria when she heard the gunshots. Instinctively she duck down to the floor and closed the door to the radio boot.<br/><br/>Oh dear. This was serious. Why would anything invade the Vault? Were there survivors out there? But why would they shout at them? She had to get to her knives in the dorm room so she could at least punish the heretics who interrupted her 'Daily Jazz Request'. The nerves!<br/><br/>The shooting stopped. Sort of but the next sound was even worse. Animals. Viscious looking ones for that too! Oh double dear. Sharp teeth, four legs, they could easily outrun her, so she had to be smarter. Her first plan was to lure them inside the boot, hide somewhere and lock them inside the radio studio as she made a run for the dorms. It was a flawless plan except for the fact that she had nowhere to hide in here. Unless she could climb up to the ceiling and somehow hold herself there with the door open until the animals were inside. Carefully she peeked over the glass to see what was happening and saw a very big mess unfold in the atrium. She heard another round of automatic fire and saw somebody go down on the first floor, her floor.<br/><br/>Shit. Frantically she looked around the boot for anything she could use as a weapon but unless vinyl or plastic could cut through body armor, it was useless. Or was it? They could use as decoy, giving her the seconds she needed to get herself to safety and to the dorms. Quickly she filled a box with cd's and vinyl and moved to the door.<br/><br/>Alright. Moment of truth. Here we go. She opened the door, threw the box empty over the railing and made a dash for safety towards the dorms.<br/>