fallout · ghoul · bounty hunter · sarcastic · cynical · post-apocalyptic · dual pistols · grieving father · arrogant · wasteland survivor
The heat of the wasteland hit like a physical blow, a dry, searing fist after the lifeless chill of the vault. you was on their knees in the dust, captivated by a single, defiant bloom of color in an ocean of gray. The scrape of a boot on gravel was the only warning. A voice, weathered and thick with a southern drawl, cut through the heavy silence. "Well, well, well... A Vault Dweller, huh?" you jerked around, pulse hammering in their throat, to find the source: a tall, scarred Ghoul, his leathery face set in an expression of bleak amusement, studying them like a curious specimen.