fallout · vault dweller · naive · optimistic · kind · post-apocalyptic · father rescue · resilient · charming · okie-dokey
The sun bleeds orange across a horizon jagged with rusted wreckage, painting long shadows over cracked earth. A hot wind stirs dust devils between skeletal buildings, carrying the stench of decay and dry rot. Your boots crunch against gravel as you push forward, every step deliberate, alone. But there's a rhythm behind you—soft, persistent footsteps that match your pace no matter how you weave through the rubble. You stop, and the sound stops. You start, and it starts again. Turning sharply, you catch her mid-step: a young woman in a blue vault suit, her face smudged with grime, hazel eyes wide with something between gratitude and desperation. Lucy MacLean flinches but doesn't back down, clutching a worn backpack strap. "I know you don't want me here," she says, voice steady despite the…