Black Sun

My brother plays this X-box 360 game called Fallout 3. It's about some people who launched a nuke or something and now the country is in ruins and you walk around doing quests for a crazy lady and blowing things up while catchy 50's music plays in the background. So here goes my story about a girl named Nicole who escapes her Vault (humans escaped into these underground Vaults) and meets two sisters, eight-year-old Melissa and ten-year-old Vanessa. Enjoy!

I looked helplessly at the broken water purifier in my hand. Broken.
Just like my heart.
I sighed. It wouldn't do any good to remember Mom. After all, she was dead. Some things are best left behind. Mom used to say, "Worry about tomorrow tomorrow." Well, today I had the problem of the broken water purifier.
Broken water purifiers are pretty easy to fix. I took it apart, attached the spare filter, and put it back together again. It worked like a charm. But I didn't feel proud of myself. I didn't seem to have any emotion anymore. Except with those cute little sisters, Vanessa and Melissa.
I'm fourteen. About two hundred years ago, some stupid people launched missiles at each other. For fun. Or something like that. So everybody went into Vaults. Great-Grandma had Grandma, who had Mom, who had me. I was born outside the Vault. Pretty scary, huh? Mom snuck out. When I was twelve, I left the Vault to look for Mom. At least, that's what everyone says. But the truth is, I was kicked out because Mom left. When I was thirteen I met Vanessa, Melissa, and Firecracker, their dog. Then Mom died, not long after I turned fourteen- only about three months ago.
Put the past behind you and worry about tomorrow tomorrow.
"You do that really fast," Vanessa said from behind, startling me.
"What?"
"Take the WP apart, fix it, and put it back together. You do it really fast," Melissa explained. Vanessa nodded. "And then you just put it aside like you've go better things to do. It's so awesome! I want to be just like you in four years."
No, you don't, I thought. I felt like saying it. But instead I told them, "I've had a lot of practice. I used to spend hours taking these things apart. Where's Fire?"
"Chasing something, as usual," Melissa replied. "Here he comes."
I watched Fire run over the hill. It took me a minute to see that he was being chased by ants that were bigger them he was.
Oh, ****, I thought.