Vaults were the creation of evil rich men. Filled with monsters who ate people, monsters with cruel smiles, who would lull you into a false sense of security and then torment you. The whole purpose of vaults being created in the first place was to keep those who were rich enough to afford it alive, only to turn them into test subjects.

It didn’t seem so bad to Maximus.

He stood in the fluffy white robe, staring at all of the food on the counter. “Warming gifts,” or something like that. Whatever it was, he knew it was food not covered in a thick layer of sand or maggots. That was a miracle in his books.

“The water,” he said, almost mesmerized as he picked up a bag of popcorn. “It’s clean. And hot.”