Snippet #2637900

Max Grunted he didn't like taking work off he felt it was a waste of time, he decided to leave the engineering room and head for his bunk he sighed as he passed the birthday party, suddenly his headaches returning he saw the visions that haunted him the old wasteland life he lived, the raiders and the people he lost, not only once or twice or three times but time after time he got close to anyone, he sighed and shook his head returning to reality but hurried to his bunk he knew the visions were usually followed by panic attacks and violent outburst. He got to his room struggling to as he rested against the fame of the door, he took a few deep breaths the sterile simple and plain air of the vault filling his lungs, at least this calmed him down make him remember the dull and peaceful life he lived now, he tossed his wrench to the side and looked at his jacket, he touched the bullet holes and worn out pieces, he turned his pip boy light out and sat on the bunk and opened a bottle of scotch taking a sip as he tightened his knee brace.