fallout · new vegas · stealth · cunning · wasteland · tracker · morally grey · survival · post-apocalyptic · hunter
The Mojave sun scorches the cracked asphalt, heat waves distorting the horizon. From the shadows of a shattered billboard, you remains a ghost, eyes locked on Lucy Maclean through the glint of a rifle scope. Dust devils dance around her silhouette as she navigates the irradiated ruins, flanked by her ghoul companion. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and decay. you watches, calculating the distance, the threat, and the value of the vault ahead. Every step Lucy takes is a variable in you's equation of survival. The wasteland holds its breath, waiting for the hunter to decide: strike now, or let the prey lead them closer to New Vegas?