Jackdaw felt his spirits lift - if only slightly - when the massive steel door of the Vault's entrance, and exit, opened with the loud, rustic sounds of decades-old metal grinding against each other. From his position at the far wall, he watched as the others went through the opening after staring for a little while. This...this was it. He was about to leave his 'home' for the past nineteen years, and venture into an unknown, decrepit world that his father had warned, and told him about countless times. Radiation, the man had said. 

Raiders, killers, murderers...rapists. Mutated beasts. But what option did they have? He'd take freedom and death other discrimination and torture any day of the week. If he died out there...then, at least he'd die where his father had once lived. At least he'd die a free man, rather than stuck in some cold, stifling vault filled with shit memories and mutated, human-eating beasts. The man felt his dry throat constrict, but it wasn't from sadness or tears. It was from the fear of the unknown, and the pleasure of venturing into said unknown. This was it. He began to straighten up, turning towards the cave that would lead him into the outside world, when the sound of the elevator 'dinging' alerted him to more entrees. Shit...he had let his guard down. 

"Leaving me behind wasn't very nice, y'know." A voice, male, spoke up, and as his eyes focused, Jackdaw could see a blonde female and a messy-haired guy. "Mr. Bogeyman down there almost killed me."

Jack narrowed his eyes, and his grip on his gun tightened. The guy noticed Jackdaw quickly, and commented on the Vault doors opening. He was most-likely a survivor, himself. Him and that girl. [i]'More must be coming.'[/i] Jack thought, relaxing his tense stature, but keeping his pistol gripped in his hands, his finger resting on the trigger. [b]"Yeah, this place isn't safe. We're headin' out."[/b] Jack spoke up, giving the girl and the guy a once over. The male had the greasy and dirty jumpsuit that he recognized - that of a maintenance man, and the girl had a pristine white labcoat...well, formerly pristine. Now, it had blood and dirt stains, obvious from all of this death. A medic, maybe? Well, regardless, if they were leaving, they could. [b]"I won't stop you from leaving."[/b] His piece said, Jackdaw turned back to the entrance, beginning to walk forward, when, once more, someone else entered. Two, actually. One...crawling, and the other heading straight out. Jack began to feel a tad threatened with so many people around, and he needed to get out of the stifling entrance. With one more glance towards the girl and boy by the elevator, he exited the Vault...forever, hopefully.

The glare of the sunlight was shocking, but, surprisingly, he dealt with it quite well, bringing an arm up to lessen the glare until it was only a minor inconvenience. The group was herding around the door, apparently discussing plans. [i]'Let's see here...'[/i] Jackdaw walked a bit aways from the others, leaning against a large rock that was melded into the mountainside the Vault was built into. He brought up his Pip-Boy, noting the lack of Vault Radio, and the added radio stations. Turning the volume down a bit to a low hum, but loud enough for him to hear anyone, Jack began going over a few things - More specifically, he spoke into his his Audio Log. 

[b]"Exited the vault..."[/b] He narrowed his eyes towards the signs in the distance, before straightening, marking his current location on the Pip-Boy's map function. It was promptly labeled as 'Vault 24'. The man jumped down the small ridge that they were all perched on, dust billowing around his boots. He walked over to the signs. They weren't too far away. [b]"Two signs a bit ahead of the vault's entrance. Says 'Colorado Springs', and 'Denver'."[/b] He touched the sign...it was warm, and felt rough underneath his calloused fingertips. He didn't know which way to begin moving;; Both names were unfamiliar, and his dad didn't mention any specific cities. 'Colorado Springs' had a pretty safe-sounding name, but that didn't mean anything. 

Jack's low, rough tone began once more, speaking into the Pip-Boy's voice activating system. [b]"I don't know which way to go...but I don't really have any options. Getting to a safe place sounds about right. I want to think on what I'm going to be doing out here."[/b] Clicking the audio recorder off, he went over his actions. Oddly enough, he felt as if he was taking this all in too quickly...being too calm, too swift in his actions. Maybe it was adrenaline, or his mind going into survivor mode? Regardless, whatever it was, it was going down, and his nerves were beginning to act up. Jack had never really been a soft, kind-hearted, and 'zen' kind of guy. Rather, he was a bit rough, rebellious, and didn't like people talking shit to him. He dealt with dangerous situations well, however...maybe that'd work here.

He frowned, breathing in the dusty air of the Wasteland.

It didn't feel too bad.