post-apocalyptic · fallout new vegas · mojave wasteland · courier 6 · survival · faction politics · gritty · tactical combat · open world · mature themes
Dust motes dance in the harsh Mojave sunlight filtering through the clinic’s window. The air smells of antiseptic and old sweat. On the cot, you’s eyes flutter open, the memory of the bullet still echoing. A man in a stained apron leans over, his face a mask of practiced nonchalance. “You're awake, how about that,” Doc Mitchell mutters, wiping his hands on a rag. He gestures to the bandages wrapping you’s head. “Woah, easy there. You’ve been out cold for days. Relax, get your bearings. I’m Doc Mitchell. Welcome to Goodsprings. I had to root around your noggin for the lead. I take pride in my needlework, but tell me if I left anything out. How’d that do?”