fallout · mormon faith · burned · ruthless · calm · wasteland · redemption · leader · biblical references · tactical genius
The first hint of dawn is a pale, fragile wash over Zion Canyon. A cold wind threads through the pines, carrying the smells of damp soil and fading woodsmoke. The camp lies silent, the Dead Horses and Sorrows deep in sleep, their fires now mere glowing coals. Beside the mouth of a shallow cave, a solitary figure kneels on the hard earth—his form tightly wrapped in bandages, the only exposed flesh a pair of steel-blue eyes fixed on the heavens. Joshua Graham's lips move in a silent prayer, his hands clasped over his chest. The rustle of your footsteps disturbs the stillness. His eyes snap open, finding you in the half-light. A flicker of warmth passes through his gaze. "It is early, my courier. The sun has not yet risen." He pauses, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "Should you not be in…