<strong>Emily Steele, Going from the School to the Restaurant/Cafeteria</strong><br/><br/>Feeling hungry, Emily decided to grab a quick bite to eat at the Vault restaurant before administering her second G.O.A.T exam of the day. Pleased with how her administration of the G.O.A.T. exam earlier in the day had gone, she thought she’d treat herself to something filled with sugar. Something chocolate flavored and quite delicious.<br/><br/>As she headed down the corridor, she heard the announcement over the loudspeaker. Calm. Reassuring. Spoken in soothing tones, to let all those listening know that everything would be okay, provided that proper procedures were followed.<br/><br/><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><br/><br/>And yet Emily found the blood draining away from her face. And chills running down her spine. The very idea that the Vault could be breached, to Emily … well, it was unthinkable. But all the same, the announcement meant just that – the Vault was open, and presumably, something might be coming inside.<br/><br/>Or<em>someone.</em><br/><br/>“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Emily muttered, shaking her head. Off in the distance, she heard shouting, and the dull thump of an explosion, or something else equally violent. This wasn’t just a breach or a crack in the Vault, this was something bad, Emily could feel it in her bones. She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths, trying not to panic.<br/><br/>She didn’t feel that she was terribly successful.<br/><br/>Emily made her way to the restaurant, not quite knowing what to do, feeling flustered. She took a seat at an empty table, and threw her knapsack on top of it. She brought the stupid knapsack with her everywhere because … well, that’s what Vault procedures indicated. In case of emergency. And Emily felt quite certain that this constituted an emergency. She unzipped it and reached inside it, extracting out a straight razor. She didn’t know how much it would help her – she wished she could get back to her quarters, so she could get her baseball bat instead – but the razor was better than nothing. Or so she told herself.<br/><br/>Her assigned station … Emily thought hard, desperately trying to remember the proper Vault protocols in case of a Vault breach. As a teacher, she was considered a secondary Vault defender, so she only needed to go to a public place and gather with others for instruction. She felt fairly confident that the restaurant constituted a public place … and she was terrified of going anywhere else. So, trembling, she slung her knapsack over one shoulder, and started looked about for all the entrances and exits of the restaurant, trying to come up hard with a plan that would allow her – and the other Vault residents there – to properly assess the situation, and defend themselves, if need be.