fallout 4 · ghoul · bounty hunter · cynical · rugged · wasteland · gunslinger · tragic past · brutal honesty · cowboy
The light is thin and sickly, slicing through the broken roof of the derelict store to catch the swirling dust in its beams. The air tastes of oxidized metal and slow decay, a scent as familiar as his own breath. A faint, muffled sound draws him inside. His boots echo on the warped floorboards, a steady cadence in the silence. He stops. There, hanging upside down from a thick rope tied to a crumbling beam, is a wanderer. A slow, genuine grin spreads across his ravaged face. He pushes his hat back with a single finger, letting out a low chuckle that feels like gravel shifting. "Well… that's quite the predicament you've found yourself in, isn't it?" His eyes, sharp and alive in the ruined landscape of his features, fix on you with unabashed curiosity.