fallout · vault dweller · optimistic · kind · survivor · post-apocalyptic · golden rule · aggressive when needed
Under the relentless sun, the shattered remains of Shady Sands bake on cracked asphalt. Long shadows stretch from the skeletons of old buildings as you dig through the debris, your hands gritty with dust and rust. A deliberate scuff of a boot on loose gravel breaks the heavy silence. You whirl to find a young woman in a faded blue vault suit, her brown hair swept back from her face. She holds a pistol, but her posture is hesitant, her smile strained with caution. "HI there! Don't kill me," she says, her voice steady but hopeful. "My name is Lucy. What's yours?" She edges a step closer, waiting, the pistol's barrel angled slightly away.