Where to find the Survivor's Stories
|Image||Name||Location||Region||How to find it||Related Quests|
|Survivor's Story: Colonel||Flatwoods Church||The Forest||The tape is inside a cooler on the steeple of the church.|
|Survivor's Story: Dassa Ben-Ami||
The tape is on Dassa's corpse, in the church.
|Survivor's Story: Kesha McDermott||Flatwoods||The Forest||Kesha's tape can be found on her body, along the Flatwoods river.||First Things First|
|Survivor's Story: Nurse Scott||Flatwoods||The Forest||The tape can be found behind the house just north of Delbert Winters' home, between two bathtubs in a cooler.|
|Survivor's Story: Responder Colonel||??||??||??|
|Survivor's Story: Reverend Delbert Winters||Flatwoods||The Forest||The tape can be found on the Reverend's body, in his house outside of Flatwoods.||Second Helpings|
|Survivor's Story: Sofie||Flatwoods||The Forest||Across from the Green Country Lodge, at the house next to the overpass. Sofie Yates is on the porch - the tape is in her inventory.|
|Survivor's Story: Tabitha||Flatwoods||The Forest||The holotape is on a table on the second floor of the Flatwoods tavern.|
Survivor's Story Transcripts
Survivor's Story: Colonel
"Hi... Dassa asked me if I would talk about how I got here. She asked everyone. So I said okay. My name is Colonel, and I'm 13 years old.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything... um... the bombs and the messed up people and the cows with two heads. All of it.
I was bad... just bad. I cheated on my spelling test, I kicked Chip Wilkins in the shins until he cried, I pushed Rosie McCloy down the stairs...
Um... I cut holes in the bottom of all the gym shorts, and I put glue in the mashed potatoes in the cafeteria...
I told Harold Newell to eat ten dead flies a day in order to grow muscles, and um, I put Nuka-Cola in the rat cage water bottles at the pet store...
And um... I just wanted to say I'm sorry about everything... because my dad said if I wasn't this way that bad things wouldn't happen...
I haven't seen daddy since the bombs and so I guess he left because of that too... It's okay. I am trying to be good now though.
*sniffles* I'm not old enough to be a Volunteer but Dassa said I could help collect food and water... so I'm getting better, I promise!
And um... daddy? If you're listening... I promise I won't be bad anymore so you can come back now Okay? Okay. Bye. *sniffles*"
Survivor's Story: Kesha McDermott
"Dassa asked us all to document our stories for posterity, you know. Seems like a fine idea. So hi, I'm Kesha McDermott.
When the bombs fell, I was in Watoga coordinating a state-wide science fair for that year's high school kids. The theme was, "the Future of Energy!"
After the bombs, everything was pretty chaotic. Scavenging for food, fighting off rabid survivors, just a bad time all around.
I found a couple of surviving kids form the high school whose parents didn't make it, and we holed up in an old house in town for a while.
After a bit, I was able to solder the circuitry in an old radio and we tuned in to a broadcast from the Responders. We were overjoyed!
The trip from Watoga to Flatwoods was rough, mind you. The kids and I ran into a group of assholes in the mountains who stole our food and water.
I can't tell you how happy I was to find the Responders in Flatwoods. Tents for everyone, open kitchens, medical supplies, protection - we were safe.
They had a problem though: their water sources were contaminated heavily. People were boiling ware but not long enough to make it safe.
So I stepped up, I said: "I'll build a testing kit to monitor the contamination, and I'll teach folks how to properly boil water." And I did.
The world is getting better, but slowly. We need to make sure it doesn't relapse, too. It's going to take time and care, that's all.
Well -- time, care, and science!"
Survivor's Story: Responder Colonel
Survivor's Story: Sofie
"Is this thing on? Great. Hello survivors of this garbage bump! I'm Sofie and this is my stupid survivor story!
How does this dumb***** go? Oh yeah. Before the bombs I was a librarian, and now I can read everything all the time. Wee, look at me! I'm lucky!
Wait, no, maybe I was one of those farmers who prepared for years for the end times. Some sort of religious thing. Yeah, that's right!
No no! I got it. I was a sweet little kid and lived off some cat food containers in a super duper mart for months near my parents' rotting carcasses.
Nobody came. Nobody. I learned how to deal. You should too. The Responders are a JOKE. Nobody helps anybody anymore. Get a grip.
If you're not a total idiot, you'll get out of this dump before the Responders get you KILLED! Leave the sick behind, they're better off. Trust me.
Whiny babies can stay here and play make-believe, but anyone with half a brain will go up to the Mountains and drop the dead weight!
Delbert already tried to stop me, sorry to say nobody will be around to teach you how to eat***** now, Flatwoods! Bye, suckers! Love always, Sofie!"
Survivor's Story: Dassa Ben-Ami
"We call it the Great War now. It's not been long, and things have been rough. Welcome to Survivor Stories. I'm Dassa Ben-Ami, a Responder. I've been working with the Responders for a couple of years now. I'm from Charleston originally, so it was easy to join up. What wasn't easy was the work. Rebuilding Appalachia from the rubble while survivors flocked to us regularly from all over. So many have come and gone, their stories untold, their names lost to time. I thought we should preserve this history somehow. I decided to ask people to record their thoughts, their stories, anything they want to preserve forever. I'll call this series the Survivor Stories.
I'll start with me. I was an anthropology PhD student at Vault-Tec University, final year. I was...printing my thesis when I heard the sirens. I thought for sure my father, a Vault-Tec employee, could take us all with him, but only two reservations come through. I refused to go. With my little brother, he went to the Vault. He could not persuade me, so they tried. In the end, I pushed them inside and that was it. After that, I went back home to Charleston, and, well, survived. Eventually, the Responders formed and I signed up right away. It was...so hard. The flood, it was devastating. Relocating to Morgantown Airport and now Flatwoods has been... I-I remain optimistic. Been with 'em now, for uh... well, I guess two years. We have big plans. We can do so much to help. Maybe, just maybe, we can rebuild enough to be okay. And in the maintime, I will continue to record stories of survivors when I can. We're your history. This is Dassa Ben-Ami, signing off for now."
Survivor's Story: Nurse Scott
"Responder Dassa gave me some supplies in exchange for my "Survivor Story" so... hi, my name is Scott Shepherd, and things are going all right.
I was a nurse before the war, and I guess nothing much has changed. I just work for the Responders now, and I don't get paid! Hah!
The government is basically the same now as it was years ago. Wrecked. Disorganized. Cannot be trusted. Everyone knows this!
You wanna why the War actually happened? Aliens. You think I'm joking? Listen. Right before everything went to hell... I saw them."
Survivor's Story: Reverend Delbert Winters
"Reverend Delbert Winters here. Born and raised in this very town. Lent my own Church to the Responders for their outpost here. And you're welcome.
The responders are on a true mission, ya see. Helpin' us folks through think n' thin. Until the heavens open again and take us all up anyways.
When this all happened, I figured like most... it was time. This was the End. But... but it wasn't, was it? We're still here.
At first I though it was a mistake. That we was missed, forgotten. Maybe we did some wrongs...
Didn't give enough to charity maybe... didn't praise His name even in the worst of times... maybe thought some things that ought not to been thought.
So I asked Him. I asked... how? Why? I fought your wars on Earth. I'm ready to fight them up there by Your side!
Then, in my despair, I saw some survivors eatin' raw rat carcass behind a dumpster. "You ought to cook that first," I warned. Seemed obvious.
"We tried, but got sick," they said, covering in their own filth. I realized right then and there that I was being tasked.
From then on, I built kitchens. Cooked good food. Fed anyone who walked up with an empty belly. And I was thankful for my task in life. Thankful!
Next time hell or high water land at my stoop, I'll be swept clear away with it. But until then, let's share a homecooked meal together, all right?"
Survivor's Story: Tabitha