“Move, Maddy! Move!” The voice in her head screamed as her legs burned, lungs heaving, the sound of heavy, thudding footsteps closing in behind her. She darted around a crumbling wall, her boots kicking up dust that caught the pale moonlight. The growl of the Super Mutant echoed through the ruins, its deep, guttural voice bellowing, “Human! I smell human!”Maddy crouched low behind a pile of rubble, her heart pounding so hard she swore it would burst through her chest. She clutched her rifle tight, her fingers trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. The mantra repeated in her mind, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins made it hard to think. She peered over the edge of the debris, catching a glimpse of the massive creature stomping through the wasteland. Its hulking frame was silhouetted against the night sky, its grotesque muscles rippling as it sniffed the air.She couldn’t outrun it. Her small frame was no match for its strength and speed. She needed to think. Fast.The Super Mutant turned its head, its glowing eyes scanning the area. Maddy ducked down, her breath catching in her throat. Don’t move. Don’t breathe. The seconds dragged on like hours, each one a tick of the clock counting down to her doom. Finally, she heard the heavy footsteps retreating, the sound growing fainter until it was swallowed by the silence of the wasteland.She let out a shaky breath, slumping against the rubble. “Too close,” she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body felt like it had been through a war zone, every muscle aching, every nerve on edge. But she couldn’t afford to rest. Not yet.Maddy stood slowly, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. The abandoned building loomed in the distance, its broken windows and crumbling facade a stark reminder of a time long gone. West Tech Industries. The name still sent a chill down her spine. She had heard whispers of the place, stories of experiments and horrors that defied imagination. But desperation had a way of making the unthinkable seem survivable.She had left Vault 112 two years ago, driven by a thirst for answers. The vault had been her home, her sanctuary, but it had also been a prison. The Overseer’s lies, the controlled environment, the constant surveillance—it had all felt suffocating. She wanted freedom, even if it meant facing the harsh realities of the wasteland. And face them she had.The world outside the vault was a nightmare. The air was thick with radiation, the ground cracked and lifeless. Mutated creatures roamed freely, their twisted forms a grotesque reminder of humanity’s folly. Deathclaws, Radscorpions, and Super Mutants were just a few of the horrors she had encountered. Survival was a daily struggle, a never-ending game of cat and mouse. And yet, she had managed to stay alive.Barely.Maddy approached the building cautiously, her rifle at the ready. The Super Mutants had been patrolling the area earlier, but now it seemed eerily quiet. Too quiet. She kept her senses sharp, her eyes darting to every shadow, every movement. The front door was blocked by debris, but a vent on the side of the building caught her attention. It was small, but so was she.She crouched down, unscrewing the grate with nimble fingers. The metal creaked as she pulled it free, the sound echoing in the silence. She froze, her breath held, waiting for any sign that she had been heard. When nothing happened, she eased herself into the vent, crawling through the narrow passage. The air was stale, filled with the scent of rust and decay. She moved slowly, her body pressed flat against the metal, until she reached a drop.Maddy peered down into the darkness, her heart racing. There was no way to know how far the drop was, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She took a deep breath, then slid down the duct, landing in a heap on the floor below. She groaned softly, rubbing her sore knees as she stood. The room was dark, the only light coming from a flickering computer terminal on a desk.She approached the desk, her fingers brushing over the dusty surface. The terminal was ancient, its screen cracked and yellowed, but still functional. She pulled up a chair, her hands moving quickly as she hacked into the system. The screen flickered to life. Using her PIP-BOY she quickly hacked the terminal security. Her eyes scanned the entries until one caught her attention.Super Mutant Project.She inhaled sharply as she clicked on the file, her heart pounding in her chest. The words on the screen made her stomach churn. It wasn’t the radiation that had created the Super Mutants. It was West Tech. They had polluted the water supply, testing their serum on the unsuspecting population. The results were horrifying. Some had transformed into the hulking beasts she had come to fear, while others had died. And then there was the note about women—how they hadn’t been affected.Maddy’s hands trembled as she scrolled through the file, her mind racing. “What the hell were they thinking?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The file ended abruptly, with a mention of further research being conducted in the underground lab. She leaned back in the chair, her thoughts a chaotic mess. This was bigger than she had imagined. The implications were staggering.She returned to the main screen, scrolling through the files until she found one marked Lab Access. She hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over the button. There was no telling what she would find down there. But she had come this far. She had to know.She clicked on the file, and a loud click echoed through the room. The bookcase on the far wall slid aside, revealing an elevator with a blinking down arrow next to it. The air seemed to grow heavier, the tension palpable. Maddy stood, her legs feeling like lead as she approached the elevator. The doors slid open with a soft hiss, the interior bathed in a dim, eerie light.She stepped inside, the doors closing behind her. The elevator rumbled as it began its descent, the sound of gears grinding filling the small space. Maddy clutched her rifle tighter, her knuckles white. Whatever was waiting for her down there, she knew it wouldn’t be good. But she had to see it through. She had to know the truth.The elevator came to a stop, the doors sliding open to reveal a long, dark corridor. The air was cold, the scent of decay and chemicals making her nose wrinkle. Maddy stepped out, her boots echoing against the floor as she moved forward.The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of her own breathing. She could feel the weight of the facility pressing down on her, a sense of foreboding that made her skin crawl. The corridor seemed endless, the flickering lights casting strange shadows on the walls. Finally, she reached a heavy metal door, its surface covered in rust and grime. A single word was etched into the metal:LAB.Maddy hesitated, her hand hovering over the handle. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing with possibilities. She took a deep breath, then pushed the door open. The room beyond was vast, filled with rows of tables and equipment. But what caught her attention were the large tubes. Dozens of them, filled with a strange, glowing liquid. And inside each one…Her breath caught in her throat.Bodies.

Maddy narrowly escaped a Super Mutant while navigating the wasteland, eventually entering an abandoned building, West Tech Industries. She hacked into an ancient computer terminal, uncovering horrifying details about the creation of Super Mutants and a hidden underground lab. Maddy then accessed the lab through an elevator, discovering a vast room filled with large tubes containing bodies suspended in a glowing liquid.

“Move, Maddy! Move!” The voice in her head screamed as her legs burned, lungs heaving, the sound of heavy, thudding footsteps closing in behind her. She darted around a crumbling wall, her boots kicking up dust that caught the pale moonlight. The growl of the Super Mutant echoed through the ruins, its deep, guttural voice bellowing, “Human! I smell human!”

Maddy crouched low behind a pile of rubble, her heart pounding so hard she swore it would burst through her chest. She clutched her rifle tight, her fingers trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. The mantra repeated in her mind, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins made it hard to think. She peered over the edge of the debris, catching a glimpse of the massive creature stomping through the wasteland. Its hulking frame was silhouetted against the night sky, its grotesque muscles rippling as it sniffed the air.

She couldn’t outrun it. Her small frame was no match for its strength and speed. She needed to think. Fast.

The Super Mutant turned its head, its glowing eyes scanning the area. Maddy ducked down, her breath catching in her throat. Don’t move. Don’t breathe. The seconds dragged on like hours, each one a tick of the clock counting down to her doom. Finally, she heard the heavy footsteps retreating, the sound growing fainter until it was swallowed by the silence of the wasteland.

She let out a shaky breath, slumping against the rubble. “Too close,” she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body felt like it had been through a war zone, every muscle aching, every nerve on edge. But she couldn’t afford to rest. Not yet.

Maddy stood slowly, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. The abandoned building loomed in the distance, its broken windows and crumbling facade a stark reminder of a time long gone. West Tech Industries. The name still sent a chill down her spine. She had heard whispers of the place, stories of experiments and horrors that defied imagination. But desperation had a way of making the unthinkable seem survivable.

She had left Vault 112 two years ago, driven by a thirst for answers. The vault had been her home, her sanctuary, but it had also been a prison. The Overseer’s lies, the controlled environment, the constant surveillance—it had all felt suffocating. She wanted freedom, even if it meant facing the harsh realities of the wasteland. And face them she had.

The world outside the vault was a nightmare. The air was thick with radiation, the ground cracked and lifeless. Mutated creatures roamed freely, their twisted forms a grotesque reminder of humanity’s folly. Deathclaws, Radscorpions, and Super Mutants were just a few of the horrors she had encountered. Survival was a daily struggle, a never-ending game of cat and mouse. And yet, she had managed to stay alive.

Barely.

Maddy approached the building cautiously, her rifle at the ready. The Super Mutants had been patrolling the area earlier, but now it seemed eerily quiet. Too quiet. She kept her senses sharp, her eyes darting to every shadow, every movement. The front door was blocked by debris, but a vent on the side of the building caught her attention. It was small, but so was she.

She crouched down, unscrewing the grate with nimble fingers. The metal creaked as she pulled it free, the sound echoing in the silence. She froze, her breath held, waiting for any sign that she had been heard. When nothing happened, she eased herself into the vent, crawling through the narrow passage. The air was stale, filled with the scent of rust and decay. She moved slowly, her body pressed flat against the metal, until she reached a drop.

Maddy peered down into the darkness, her heart racing. There was no way to know how far the drop was, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She took a deep breath, then slid down the duct, landing in a heap on the floor below. She groaned softly, rubbing her sore knees as she stood. The room was dark, the only light coming from a flickering computer terminal on a desk.

She approached the desk, her fingers brushing over the dusty surface. The terminal was ancient, its screen cracked and yellowed, but still functional. She pulled up a chair, her hands moving quickly as she hacked into the system. The screen flickered to life. Using her PIP-BOY she quickly hacked the terminal security.  Her eyes scanned the entries until one caught her attention.

Super Mutant Project.

She inhaled sharply as she clicked on the file, her heart pounding in her chest. The words on the screen made her stomach churn. It wasn’t the radiation that had created the Super Mutants. It was West Tech. They had polluted the water supply, testing their serum on the unsuspecting population. The results were horrifying. Some had transformed into the hulking beasts she had come to fear, while others had died. And then there was the note about women—how they hadn’t been affected.

Maddy’s hands trembled as she scrolled through the file, her mind racing. “What the hell were they thinking?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The file ended abruptly, with a mention of further research being conducted in the underground lab. She leaned back in the chair, her thoughts a chaotic mess. This was bigger than she had imagined. The implications were staggering.

She returned to the main screen, scrolling through the files until she found one marked Lab Access. She hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over the button. There was no telling what she would find down there. But she had come this far. She had to know.

She clicked on the file, and a loud click echoed through the room. The bookcase on the far wall slid aside, revealing an elevator with a blinking down arrow next to it. The air seemed to grow heavier, the tension palpable. Maddy stood, her legs feeling like lead as she approached the elevator. The doors slid open with a soft hiss, the interior bathed in a dim, eerie light.

She stepped inside, the doors closing behind her. The elevator rumbled as it began its descent, the sound of gears grinding filling the small space. Maddy clutched her rifle tighter, her knuckles white. Whatever was waiting for her down there, she knew it wouldn’t be good. But she had to see it through. She had to know the truth.

The elevator came to a stop, the doors sliding open to reveal a long, dark corridor. The air was cold, the scent of decay and chemicals making her nose wrinkle. Maddy stepped out, her boots echoing against the floor as she moved forward.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of her own breathing. She could feel the weight of the facility pressing down on her, a sense of foreboding that made her skin crawl. The corridor seemed endless, the flickering lights casting strange shadows on the walls. Finally, she reached a heavy metal door, its surface covered in rust and grime. A single word was etched into the metal:

LAB.

Maddy hesitated, her hand hovering over the handle. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing with possibilities. She took a deep breath, then pushed the door open. The room beyond was vast, filled with rows of tables and equipment. But what caught her attention were the large tubes. Dozens of them, filled with a strange, glowing liquid. And inside each one…

Her breath caught in her throat.

Bodies.

Vault Dweller roaming the Wasteland comes across West Tech Industries and discovers the origin of Super Mutants.  

Fallout: Super Mutant Revelation

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