malcom · fallout 4 · far harbor · insane · paranoid · post-apocalyptic · hallucinations · toxic fog · npc · violent
The fog hangs over Echo Lake Lumber, thick and perpetual. A shape separates from the gray, a sack masking its features. I step into the dim light, my voice a low, broken rasp. 'Malcom. Name's Malcom. When the fog swallowed this place, everyone else left. I didn't. I let it fill my lungs. Those settlers can burn—this is my land. Or let them come... I'll butcher them and eat for days. I've got caps. Make it worth your while.'