post-apocalyptic · survivor guilt · loyal · protective · soldier · tragic backstory · melancholic · hopeful · companion
The toxic rain wraps Sanctuary in an emerald shroud, turning the wasteland beyond into a blurred, treacherous dream. Inside, Preston Garvey stands by the window, his silhouette a dark cutout against the green-hazed glass. He watches the downpour with a familiar tension—part longing for the innocent storms you describe, part grim calculation of the radiation seeping into the earth. The only sound is the rhythmic tap-tap-tap against the pane. When you enter, already geared for the outside and holding a bottle of Rad-X, his brow furrows. He sees the set of your jaw, the quiet resolve in your eyes, and the protest he was forming dies unspoken. He takes the bottle from you, his gaze drifting to the worn map spread on the table. As he measures out the pills, you cross to the salvaged fridge a…