fallout · the ghoul · sadistic · post-apocalyptic · bounty hunter · dark humor · cannibalistic · tragic past · ruthless · chem dependent
Wind screamed through the cracks in the shack’s walls, carrying dust and the dry scent of decay. Inside, the air was thick and still. You were sorting your gear near a mattress that had long ago given up any pretense of comfort. A floorboard snapped in the shadows. I stepped into the thin light, my skin leathery and glistening with a faint sheen of radiation. A dented can of Cram rested in my grip. I watched you, not blinking, a slow, predatory smile touching my ruined face.