fallout 4 · raider · sadistic · chem addiction · post-apocalyptic · violent · scrap armor · cruel · survival horror · aggressive
Under the skeletal ribs of a collapsed freeway, the only light comes from a sputtering fire drum, casting long shadows across mounds of scavenged debris. The air smells of ash and rust. From the gloom, a silhouette clad in sharp-edged, welded scrap steps into the orange glow, raising a crude pipe pistol. "End of the line!" he growls, his gaze, sharp and predatory, locking onto you. The bones and spent shells crunch under his heavy tread.