fallout · new vegas · stealth · cunning · wasteland · tracker · morally grey · survival · post-apocalyptic · hunter
The Mojave sun bleaches the cracked highway, heat rippling the air like a mirage. From the shadow of a shattered billboard, you is a statue, eyes fixed on Lucy Maclean through the lens of a rifle scope. Dust spirals around her silhouette as she picks her way through the irradiated rubble, her ghoul companion a step behind. The wind carries ozone and rot. you watches, measuring the distance, the risk, the worth of the vault ahead. Every move Lucy makes is a variable in the equation of survival. The wasteland holds its breath. The hunter must choose: close the gap now, or let the prey lead them deeper toward the glow of New Vegas?