Dunwich Building, Capital Wasteland – 15th April 2278
"After this," thought the young man as he walked down the metal stairs. "I will never have to go back there again."
In the remains Washington DC, this young man was known as the Lone Wanderer or 'that crazy kid from 101' by Three Dog of Galaxy News Radio, Knight, sir or Brother by different members of the Brotherhood of Steel, or as the Raiders and Enclave seemed to know him, 'oh shit, run for your lives' or 'fall back, retreat', respectively. His real name was Moses Neeson, and he had just been through hell and back again.
After helping the Outcasts, the people of the Wasteland and the people of the Pitt, finding his father, who later died, finding the GECK, being captured by the Enclave, escaping then destroying both their base and 'President', helping the Brotherhood of Steel defeat the Enclave and retake Project Purity, nearly dying as he activated his parents' dream, and then taking down the Enclave for good, the Wanderer rightfully thought that he could, and maybe even should, live the rest of his life without any more adventures. He had felt that he had done enough in the eight months since he left Vault 101. This was not the case as while investigating a mysterious radio signal, he found himself abducted by aliens, yes really. After he had gotten out of that mess, with the help of a Raider, a young girl, three American army medics from Anchorage, a cowboy from the Wild West and a Japanese samurai, yes really, he had decided he needed a break from the Capital Wasteland and bought a one way ticket to Point Lookout, a decision he would come to regret.
During his time there, Moses had definitely learnt one thing about the abandoned coastal resort. It was a place of pure evil. Irradiated and inbred abominations stalked the marshes, the despairing fog impaired his vision and he always felt that there was someone, no, something watching him, waiting. What for he didn't know. That was all the presence did, waited, for something.
After finishing the work he had agreed to do for an old Ghoul named Desmond, Moses had meet Marcella, a travelling preacher, who asked him to search for a book of great evil, he had wondered what wouldn't be in this twisted place, the Krivbeknih. He had found it after fighting through the disturbed swamp's inhabitants to a ritual site and returned to the missionary's tent, the inside now covered in the woman's blood and guts. It seemed she had known she was going to die and left him message in case. Instructions to take the black book to the Dunwich Building and press it to the black obelisk in the building's underchamber. That was where he was now, book in his left hand, rifle in his right.
He hadn't slept in days, he had been too scared to. Moses often said that he was no longer afraid of the people and mutated creatures of the Wasteland, for him to be scared meant that everybody else should be too. The nineteen year old was Caucasian, had messy brown hair and haunted grey eyes with heavy bags under them. Had he not been so unshaven and dishevelled, the young man could be seen as handsome and attractive, not that he had the time for a romantic relationship. He wore the Regulator's uniform, a buttoned up brown duster over a black undershirt with tan trousers and motorcycle boots, he also wore his recognisable green Pip-Boy 3000 on his left wrist. The rifle he was holding was his most trusted weapon, and the only one he hadn't lost in the swamps of Point Lookout, a customised Chinese-made Type 93 assault rifle, the Xuanlong assault rifle.
Moses' foot hit ground and he stopped at the sight before him. Mist surrounded the cursed obelisk he had been told about and a lone Ghoul stood in front of it, as if worshipping it. The mutated human stopped his reverent actions, and turned to face the Virulent Underchamber's intruder. It started talking in a language Moses didn't believe was human, it raised its arms and started to chant. To Moses' surprise, even more Ghouls started appearing from the mist. Now there were around a dozen and they were advancing on him.
Holding it in his right hand, Moses raised Xuanlong and started firing at the group of Feral Ghouls. The bullets ripped through the air and into the Ghouls. The bullets tore through their bodies and after a full spent mag, only the first Ghoul remained. With his arms still raised up, he started chanting and more Ghouls appeared from the evil mist. Moses sighed at the growing amount of Ferals and reloaded his rifle. Instead of shooting them, he holstered his gun onto his back and dug his hand into his duster, fishing out a plasma grenade which he chucked to the hostile group. In a flash of green light, the monstrosities were reduced to piles of plasma, the blast left none of the Ghouls alive. Moses moved forwards, towards the black obelisk.
He was now able to look at the stone in detail. It was jet black and the design was disturbing. A woman seemed to be trying to escape the dark rock as a large vine or tentacle wound its way up the obelisk. Unseen to Moses, there was a series of skulls carved into the stone on the back. Moses also heard voices which seemed to emanate from the obelisk in the same language the school was speaking. Raising his left hand, he looked at the Krivbeknih and without a word, Moses pressed the book to the jet black stone. As soon as the book was flat on the stone, fire erupted from the obelisk, engulfing him and the last thing he saw was a flash of light and the last thing he heard was not of the inhuman language from the Dunwich Obelisk, it was a single word.
Remnant.