<strong>Dr. Morgan Townsend -- Medical Bay, Second Level</strong><br/><br/><em>Tik-tak-tik-tak, tak-tak-tak</em><br/><br/>The tapping of an eraser end and then the lead was all that could be heard in the medical bay as Dr. Morgan Townsend, rather lazily, stared idly at the terminal in front of her. Eventually she got bored of flicking the writing utensil in between her index and middle finger, instead just thumping the pink lead-killer on the desk before ultimately tossing it lightly onto the steel fixture. It was times like this that made her question life in the vault. More often than not it wasn't anything she considered, but when there was nothing to do, or she was in the middle of a UV tanning session, it made her wonder what the outside world would be like. Most in the vault tend to believe that this was the end all and be all of life, that we all are born and die in the vault. We're meant to leave though, no? The guide warns us of the dangers of the outside; the vault door and its faulty mechanisms that don't allow us to leave reminds us that there is more to existence than these steely confines.<br/><br/>The warning of a breach brought it all to the forefront at an alarming rate.<br/><br/>Standing up straight, Morgan looked around the facility to see just exactly where the warning was coming from. It really made no difference, but it was something that just seemed to come naturally to her. The light on the intercom by the door flashed at the doctor as the warning rang out again.<br/><br/>"Why is this happening...?" Morgan said out loud to herself, if only just to hear something aside from the warning. The sounds of the violence were dull where she was in the med bay, with that much more steel and distance between her and the vault door. The warning was the only thing that made this situation a reality to the doctor. That was until a panicked voice cut through from the intercom in her own residence next door. Grabbing her Karry-All and slinging it over her shoulders, she ran into her room and listened in on the rampant speech coming through the wall.<br/><br/>"Morgan? Honey!? Are you there!?" Dad.<br/><br/>"Dad, I'm here!" Morgan replied with just as much urgency, running to the intercom and pressing the button so her voice could be heard. "Where are you? What's going on?"<br/><br/>"Me and your mom are just in our apartment - no need to worry. You just have to stay clear and away from fighting, okay? We have security for a rea-"<br/><br/>"Fighting!?" Morgan was in disbelief. Violence was a rarity in vault 111. The occasional gang scruff in the corridors when someone from one gang stepped on the turf of another, but with a gentle hand and a swift tongue lashing, they were often quelled. Never was there a fight big enough to warrant a vault wide alarm. Staying quiet and listening to the Overseer's nearly robotic tone again, it was clear that this was outside intervention.<br/><br/>"Yes, dear." Mom. "You probably don't hear it as well as we do, but it seems some ruffians have made their way through the door and are causing a scene. Just from the sounds... I think people are hurt." That was all Morgan had to hear.<br/><br/>"Alright, I have to head down there." She held down the button to the intercom, knowing full well that her parents had the intention of convincing her to stay in the medical bay. They never did have that much charisma. "I'm not going to let everyone fight for us for nothing. I have to help." Without wasting any time, Dr. Townsend ran through her residence door and down the stairs to the atrium. The pleading voices of her parents ringing in the background for her to stay where she was.<br/><br/>Running was a bit of an overstatement. It was more of a cautious scurry as others from the vault ran this way and that, either looking for arms, shelter, or their loved ones. The armoury was behind her, across from the medical bay. It didn't occur to her to see if she could help out defending the vault rather than those injured doing so. It wasn't in the books for her to run about with a pistol, anyway.<br/><br/>The first sounds of bullets pierced her ears when she was in the stairwell to the first level. Here it became all to real for the young doctor. Thoughts of blood and bodies, thought of the dead, thoughts of her own death started to flood into her mind. Dark imagery that she didn't think she was capable of thinking of. It froze her in place, her body once leaning against the wall only to slide down it and sit there, stunned.