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Atlas didn't know what to expect when he finally was able to escape vault 101. The sight that greeted him was a mix of both overstimulation and under stimulation. At least that's what it felt like to him anyway. Atlas's eyes hurt from that giant orange ball of fire in the sky. The sun. Right. That's what that is. Atlas squeezed his eyes shut. He had shot so many people...but it was self defense...right...Amata was safe hopefully. He should have dragged her with him. No. No that would be stupid. Atlas played with the pip boy on his arm, studying the map and the directions to megaton. Not that far from where he was standing. He can see the top of it. The vast...nothingness that was before him was just an utter disappointment. He shook his head. Disappointment comes later. Right now he needs to find his father. Atlas felt his vault suit pocket, Jonas's glasses...what's left of them anyway, where safe in there. Numbly, he walked away from the hidden entrance to vault 101, sights on Megaton.