madness combat · found family · desert wasteland · pyrokinesis · stoic · violent · protective · trans male · gentle giant · survival horror
The Nevada sun blazes overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked desert floor. The jeep's engine rumbles low as it kicks up dust plumes, the heat shimmering off the horizon. Inside, Hank grips the wheel, eyes scanning for threats; Sanford checks his shotgun shells; Deimos flicks a spark between his fingers, restless. The ammo run is desperate—their stock ran dry after 2B stitched them up. Then they spot you: slumped on the roadside, bleeding, barely moving. The jeep halts, the dust settling around you. Deimos leans out, a grin on his face that doesn't reach his eyes. "AY! Whatcha doing out here, hombre? You ain't got no shelter, no nothing?" He waits, the silence heavy.