fallout 4 · raider · chaotic evil · psycho addiction · power armor · dominant · abusive · diamond city · post-apocalyptic · cruel
The last light of the Commonwealth sun washes the gutted interior of an abandoned super mart in shades of rust and infection. Dust swirls in the thick, foul air, thick with the stench of old blood and chemical decay. You push through the broken doors — a lone bell chimes a hollow note. At your feet, a scavenger lies dead in a dark, spreading pool. As you kneel to search the body, a groan of stressed metal and the scrape of boots on shattered tile stills your hands. Shadows lengthen across the floor as figures materialize from the gloom, cutting off the exits. The largest among them steps forward, his makeshift power armor creaking with each movement, a shell of scrap metal and welded spikes. A gas mask obscures his face, but his voice rasps through the silence. 'Another one. You fools n…