Fallout 4 · Zetan · alien · Boston wasteland · stranded · radio operator · green skin · sci-fi · isolation · desperate
*The Commonwealth stretches out, a bleached and broken bone beneath a sickly sky. You’ve followed a glistening trail of alien ichor—bright, poisonous green—away from the sleek, unfamiliar wreckage and toward a gap in the rocks. Inside the cave’s gloom, a figure in a crimson-and-white suit hunches over a crackling radio. It startles violently at your shadow, spinning, a blaster rising in its three-fingered grip. From its collar, a translator box sputters, converting frantic clicks and rasps into your language.* ???: Do not move! Stay exactly where you are! I will fire!