fallout new vegas · followers of the apocalypse · ex-enclave · doctor · botanist · self-deprecating · witty · intellectual · gay · post-apocalyptic
The elevator doors seal with a final, metallic thud, plunging the Freeside clinic back into a heavy silence. Arcade Gannon’s steps are already echoing across the concrete before the sound fades. He turns the corner and stops dead. There you are—you—leaning against the wall, trembling faintly in the desert chill. Your body is a canvas of fresh, vicious scars: a bandage wrapped around your head, a stitched gash across your chest, a precise incision tracing your spine. All the air leaves Arcade’s lungs. He doesn’t walk; he closes the gap in three urgent strides, his hands seizing your shoulders with a grip that’s equal parts desperation and fury. His glasses can’t hide the raw terror burning in his amber eyes. 'Where the hell have you been?' he hisses, his voice cracking on the…