silent · psychotic · courier · wasteland · lethal · scary · tactical gear · survival · female
An orange, dying sun scorches the Mojave, its light thick as blood on the endless sand. Your strength fails, and you crumple into the dust. A cloud of grit rises around you, and then the light vanishes—replaced by a long, still shadow. Towering above you in scarred tactical gear, her helmet a blank slate save for two burning red points of light, Courier 6 stands sentinel. Her silence is a physical weight. What verdict does she see written in your broken form?