/;[-."̴̢͇̫͛B̸̞̥̖̙̽̀̄è̷̞͑̀͘ģ̴̳̖͇̏̍̚͝i̴̢̔ň̶̤̘̈͛ ̷̺͉͈͗͜a̴̟͎̳͆͛͜g̸͚̽́̐a̷̜͛͝i̴̪͖̽̾̃͝n̶̯̊͗ ̸̘̭̽̆̍̚i̴̛̝̫̗̔̔̚ņ̵͈̘̜͊͊͑͆ ̵̰̍t̸̤̱̋̍̈́̌ḫ̴͓̓͂̄̒e̷̳͛ ̶̘͕̩̥̎͗͂̄n̸̯̰̅̋̾̃i̷̜̰̲̍̇͋g̷͙͓̔̂͂h̴̝̺̾ṯ̵̄̓"̵̜̜͐̋̽͆
̴̤͕̠̌́̎̍
The voice in the radio was heard, the song that was always present in the back of her mind, as she always heard it when she slept or wept.
A song that she wished she could get out of her head.
"̷̘̐͋̓͜Y̶͕̫̩̹͑̍o̷͍͊̈́u̵̡̦͔̟̓ṟ̷̡̠̑͘͝ ̴̩̦͑̃̉̚a̷̧̼̯̍̚͘r̵̤͒̀̕m̶̨̦̣̄́̚͝ ̸͚̌́͘o̶̼͛͒̆͘n̵̲̲͆̄ ̴̥̼̣̉̈́m̸̧̛̫̻̒̈̓ͅỷ̶̨̮̝͆ ̷̮̩͚̜̑̍s̴̩̀͗h̷̹̋̂̏̈o̸̡̪͈̭̊́͌̔u̸͇̟̱̖̎l̸̠̟̯̈̀͛͘d̵̻͎̱̬̃͋̍̀e̸̩̎͑̒ŗ̵̜̰̰̔͝"̷̡̛̱̣̜͛̓
̴̦̬̞͋͂̈́̕"̸͇̰̪͘Y̶̧̗̣̟͗̑̈̕o̴̗͂ǘ̶̹͜r̸͓͉͍̪̒̓ ̶̬̼͓̩̈̒c̴̨̲̖̱͌̈́h̸̰̅̿͝e̴͖̬͛̌e̴̢̥̙̮̚ǩ̶̜̟̂̌ ̴̘̏͝ả̵͓͓͉͝g̵̢̹̻̮͗̇̆a̸̺͘̚i̶̛̹̠̿̅ͅn̷͚͚̪͐̏s̴͍̽̈́̇t̴̡̳̹̉̍̍̑ ̸̫̾͋̈́͝m̴̢͕̓ȉ̴͈̰̓̐̓n̷͚͖̾̔́̕e̵̢̘̫̓͆̂"̴̙͔̲̽̊͠ ̷̢̮̰̺́
̶͈̹̉͗̈̏"̶̧̝͌̽W̴̮̩͈̟̿h̶̗͑ė̶̺̯͘ͅr̷̫̿̔̆ȩ̸͕͐̈ ̴̮̿ĉ̶̣̂a̴͓̼͝ͅn̷̢͘ ̴̢͔̺̒w̶͍̝͍͒̕e̶̩̽̂ ̸̣͙̋g̸͚̝̜͇͆ō̴̧̻͖̻"̸̢̪̬̲̅̍̓̍
̴̹͕̳̿͆
̵̺̪̍͊̆̕"̵̨̞̪̬̾̾͋W̷͔̝̐h̸̼͑̀è̶̙n̴̤͋̇͊̄ ̵̠͎̣̝̀̓̓ẁ̸̙̙̯̜̀͘í̴̓ͅl̸̮̊̊l̶̪̗̹̿͐ ̶̺͙̹͇̽w̵̘̓́̅̕e̴̺̘͎̜͑̚ ̴̟̇̒̑f̴̡̲̯̾͝î̷͕̬̘͆͠n̶̗̫̻̊̎ď̴͔̲̖̜̑ ̴̢̂̓͘͠ţ̶͎̜͈̒̊ḣ̵̗̦̗͊̀͒ȃ̴͔́̾̈́t̶̲̓̚ ̵̖̈́́͌ẅ̶̜͒̿̅ͅë̸̮̣͕ ̸̫̎k̴̬̗̓̎̚n̷̢̛͑̈́̚õ̴̺̳͘͝ẉ̸̳̪̯͐̈́́͝"̸̼̞̥̀
Her vision was nonexistent as the only thing she could even see was nothing more than an endless black void that stretched on for miles, she couldn't feel her limbs in any capacity as they were stuck in place.
Almost as if they were tied up by some force of unknown kind. Just preventing her from stopping that forsaken song. Making her just suffer hearing it.
"̷̼͋̊̔̈́W̶̯̝̃̍h̴̖̰̑̈̃ę̸͓̗̹̈́r̶̖̣͑̊̉̚e̸̱̞͇͊̎̏͂ ̶̪͍̳̂ç̸̱̥͒͒̊͒ȁ̴̲̐ň̷̛̩̫͍͎̚ ̴̺̗͈̜͂͝w̶̱̫͝ē̸̢̖̥̌ ̸̖͚̞͕͗̾̍͝ḡ̶̨̬͆͐̕ȯ̵̢̮̠̜"̶̬͍̪̓̅̓̕
̴̯͂
̶̫̺̭̇̀"̵͎̫̈͛Ẅ̸̖̙́͊̿ͅh̷͚͎͖̕e̶̡̠̾͘͝n̸̨̯̈̚͜ ̴̥̭͐w̸͔̑̈́̕i̷͖̳̳̲̎́̐̊l̶̛̥̘̆̔l̶̡̞̜̺͠ ̷͈̎͐̚͘ẃ̸̠̯̔̒̚e̴̹̻͎͒̀̚ ̴̳͖͔̔̆͗f̶̡̜͓̯̓̏̚͘i̷͖͒̀ṉ̴̊̂̂͝d̸̡̡̩̞̔̐̑ ̴̨̱̬͎͐͂t̶͍͕̅́̆h̷̝͚̠͋̾͜à̷̗̠̲̳̚͘t̶̨͕͗̆͐ ̸̱̜̄̈́͂̚w̴̪͉̑͋̓͐ͅę̸̘̈ ̵̧͕͖̋͜k̵̼͓̦̏͜n̷̞̱͓̎ͅo̷̙̲̲̓w̵̢͕̻͋"̴̱̙̜͋͂̃
̶͕̬̰̇͂
̴̢̩͕̿
And when the song ended, she felt her vision coming back to her as the black spots began to dissipate as she started to regain control of her own limbs as she now felt her fingers once more.
As she regained complete control of her vision. Her first instinct was to stand up to know exactly where she was. Her left hand reached out as support against the ruined wall as she stood up back into her two feet. The Dust Survivors body felt incredibly drowsy and sore, almost like she was asleep for months and just abruptly waking up. But she persisted.
The Survivor switched her hand with her back against. Now with her back supported by the wall, she looked at her gloved hands as she clenched and unclenched her hands before realizing her gloves were different. They weren't the standard NCR Ranger Gloves she had, she had nothing more but bandaged hands.
Now that she thought about it, she wasn't even in her Elite Ranger armor, the leather coat alongside with the armor it was included was replaced to what appeared to be a Swat vest with long white sleeves with black pants along side shoes that were barely holding it together as the condition of them were just horrendous. She then placed her right hand onto her face to realize she was wearing a breathing mask that she found in the blocked off entrance to the divide alongside with what appeared to be bandages covering her entire face with some kind of eye protection.
She didn't remember wearing this at all in the Mojave or anywhere else in particular, the only time she remembered having bandages at all was during her assault at Nellis Air Force Base and her horrid trip in Zi-
. . .
. . .
No. .
No no no. . .
She couldn't- she can't-
She wasn't near that horrendous place was she. .?
In her shaky stare, she slowly turned her head towards the prime source of light emitting in the already dark tunnel that was barely being supported by the low emitting lights in the tunnel. She saw that she wasn't too far from the opening of the gate, maybe she was a minute's walk away. And what she saw beyond the tunnel, made her completely freeze altogether.
What emitted from the outside was nothing more than a green thickish cloud that made it impossible to even see through, and that was enough to confirm one thing only.
She was at Zion National Park. The home of one of the most horrifying beings that the cloud and fungus has ever created and been witnessed to mankind.
The Wendigo.
Frozen.
Just like how she was when she had to kill the first people back in the Devastated Mojave, she couldn't move at all, she was stuck in place as absolute fear began to consume her entire body, Her mind was blank as she couldn't think of anything.
Then out of the inner confinements of the tunnel in the distance, there was a sudden inhuman ear piercing roar that was immediately followed with something hitting the a concrete surface so hard that made the entire ground to shake for a second finally making the female survivor snap out of her paralyzed state. The next thing she heard was the distant but booming sound of large footsteps converging towards the tunnel but specifically at her.
The Dust Survivor with panic clear in her eyes, she looked towards her left arm to pull out any flammable object at her disposal regardless if it was a flamethrower or a molotov. Only to see that the handheld Pip-Boy 2500 was not to be seen. She quickly dug into her vest in a vain attempt to locate it only to wound up with completely nothing.
The thumbs of the footsteps were now clear as she could see through the thick smog silhouette of a 15 foot tall green figure fast approaching. Seeing how she had no capable means of defending herself against the completely invincible creature. All she could do was one thing only as she began to step back ever so slightly.
Run.
The Dust Survivor in an instant turned around as she began to run deep into the tunnel, her feet running the fastest it could possibly can as the tunnel now began to shake violently as the booming footsteps of the Wendigo only got louder by each step.
As she made a quick bend within the destroyed tunnel. Growls coming from three ghouls in tribal uniform prolonged to the Dead Horses saw her immediately as they roared in anger and anguish as the rotting corpses rushed towards her. Without any proper means in defending herself against the ghouls, she quickly opted for a more directed approach.
When the first ghoul attempted to lash their arms at her, she quickly made a quick dodge to the side as she ran past the ghoul, the second tried to jump her only to be met with a quick punch directly at its disfigured face causing the tribal ghoul to be knocked down into pavement of the ground. The third and final ghoul attempted to simply strike her face only to be pushed away as she kicked the ghoul in its center mass as it too fell into the ground with pure despair with its growl.
With her momentum momentarily interrupted by the ghouls, she kept on running as soon as she heard the Wendigos roar with a cut out roar from a ghoul making it very clear that the ghouls would serve as a distraction.
Even if it was less than a second, it was better than nothing.
When the Dust Survivor finally approached the collapsed section of the tunnel, she immediately turned her head towards the metal door and ran towards it as she kicked the door open as she entered inside. Upon being inside the small room, she turned around just in time to see a mutilated topless corpse of a ghoul flying across the tunnel as it made impact on the wall causing a gory scene of the force of the throw. She then closed the metal door as she turned to push down a pair of lockers in front of the door as a means of adding weight to block the door.
The sound of multiple parts of flesh being dropped into the ground was overheard by the Dust Survivor as it signaled that the Monsters is already done tearing the ghoul into nothing more but a puddle, and the only that could be heard was the steps of the creature as each one made it hard to even hear where the creature was going. She didn't know if iit going towards her direction remembering where she went or was now wandering out, she just didn't know. The only thing she could do was to just at the blocked door with a large amo- . .
Wait the door. .
Wasn't this door already destroyed before-
The immediate spore infested hand going through the door was enough to break whatever thought process the Dust Survivor was in and made her jump in reaction. The hand was erratic as it tried to grab onto her. She back peddled as she rushed towards the door that would take into the long dark and grabbed the handle and pulled it down.
Only for it to not even budge. She shook the handle multiple more times before hastily looking around for an object to get it open, but to no avail as the room was filled with nothing more than torn cans and broken garbage. The Dust Survivor promptly began to bang herself against the door as a way to break. Only for the door to not budge in the slightest.
Her pupils then directed towards the other door that was present in the room, not even thinking for another second. She rushed towards the door as she prepared to either burst it open or to just run into it. She was then suddenly swiped to the side with immense force.
The Survivor couldn't even register the force as one second she was rushing towards the metallic door only to be met with immense pain coming from both her sides as she roughly fell into the ground. Feeling the dizzed state she was in, she tried to force herself back up.
Only to be suddenly grabbed from behind and forcibly turned by the monstrous being known to man.
Her mind ran completely at fear as she tried anything to squirm out of the Wendigo's or anything. But she couldn't. She tried to yell, scream, something. But nothing.
The only thing she could even register from her eyes was the human skull emitting from the top of the Wendigo as it pulled out its large hand, and suddenly ripped out her jaw and what felt like the entirety of her frontal portion of her body. The only thing she could feel was immense pain and terror before everything was shrouded in utter darkness.
The Dust Survivor's eyes suddenly went wide open as she suddenly began to crawl back in complete fear, she kept crawling back until she wasn't anywhere on a green surface and her gloves met the dirt soil of the paved road. She got onto her feet as she suddenly scrambled out her Pipe-Boy 2500 from her trench coat. She then materialized a makeshift flamethrower as she pointed the flame weapon at any direction until she realized. . she wasn't in the tunnel anymore.
In fact, she wasn't even in Zion in the slightest. One feature that damn canyon had was its toxic green smog, making it impossible to see even five feet in front and making them vulnerable to any kind of attack, and here, she could see everything clearly.
There was no dust, no green smog. Just the clear atmosphere as it revealed the endless path of a paved road and the scenery of the grasslands.
Having the confirmation that the Wendigo was nowhere near her, large thanks for the surroundings to be open and clear for the human eye, the immediate alertness in her movement lessened but was still in complete shock as her grip on the makeshift flamethrower loosened as it was shocked off from her hands as she slowly fell onto her knees.
Her body was still shaking almost like she had frostbite, the Dust Survivor slowly raised up her gloved hands onto her line of direction, her hands still shook as the very memory of the Wendigo was up on her face.
She didn't understand.
That forsaken creature right in front of her. She felt her entire front body ranging from her head and stomach being ripped at the clutches of the Wendigo. It all felt like she was back in that hellhole once more, how was it possib- . . .
. . .
. . .
It was a nightmare.
It was all a nightmare.
It was just another forsaken nightmare. .
Her hands were still shaking but were now less obvious as her breathing returned back to normal as her hands covered her exposed mouth as she began to breathe deeply in and out as the former panic began to subside and her mind began to slowly function again as she closed her eyes.
Nightmares.
It was the one thing that always made her never attempt to go to sleep and it actively encourages her to just keep dumping drugs into her system to just keep her awake just so she wouldn't have to experience it each time and lose control over her body.
The nightmares she has are not ones that normally occur, it's ones that only happen when someone reaches their breaking point. A breaking point she had when she dared enter the sewers in Vegas. And nightmares are the embodiment of what occurs should one lose their sanity. They are welcomed into a realm, a realm where their darkest moments happened during their lifetime.
And everytime it always gets worse, it only gets worse.
And everytime she gets one in Zion, the nightmare always makes her into the victim of that monstrosity, always dying in horrific ways under the bone like and tall spore carrier. And she has to remind herself that the creature and Zion are no longer near her.
She blew up the path of the Mojave to Zion.
She destroyed the tunnel entrances to Zion.
She trapped the Wendigo within its own birthplace. Making that forsaken creature to never see the sunlight and the National Park for the rest of its existence. She made sure of that..
The Dust Survivor slowly opened her eyes again as her hands were slowly removed from her mouth and placed onto her legs as she slowly began to look around her new surroundings. And her simple mental valuation was. Awe and immense confusion.
As while the Dust Survivor would never admit to herself, whether it'd be mentally or not. The scene that she was exposed too, fit the very definition of Beautiful. As out of everything she has experienced and witnessed. She finally got to see how the environment was meant to be that she never saw in her life.
Moving slightly to the grass, she looked at how alive the grass was. In a bit of hesitation, the Dust Survivor then removed the glove from her left hand, revealing a bandaged hand with parts of it showing how badly burnt the hand is with pieces of its skin missing. She then moved it towards the grass and felt its touch. She felt the smooth tickling as she touched the grass blades, feeling the refreshness by its touch of nature.
She then laid her hand flat onto the surface of the grass, she felt a moment of tranquility. A feeling that she never has felt before. But she also felt another thing in her mind.
Where. . was she at?
The Survivor knew she wasn't in the Mojave anymore, that much was obvious, as there was only sand in every direction one would go. She knew she wasn't anywhere near the Big Empty, that place was a miserable swamp which had everything dead. And she was hell of sure that she wasn't in zion with everything infected by the fungus.
So where the hell was she at? And how the hell did she even get here?
She knows that when she's experiencing a nightmare, she has the tendency to suddenly be spat out in some random location, such examples are Kai-sar's Hill and the Strip. But she was certain that from the distance of "The Tomb", she would've ended up in Boulder City or at Camp Golf after she passed out from dealing with the Courier-
. .Wait. . she dealt with the courier. .
And the courier. . .
. . .
. . .
Wait a minute.
The Dust Survivor's eyes then slowly directed towards her left arm as she lifted it up to her face. She remembered, when she was pinned into the ground by the courier, she attempted to heal herself. Only for that bastard to rip her arm out. And yet knowing for a fact that had occurred to what just felt like recently. The arm was there as nothing has happened.
And she remembered she got shot in the neck as well, and placing her right hand on her neck showed there was no open wound or a hole signifying that she had been shot but just the cloth of her trench coat.
Now everything felt off, the mere fact that the wounds she should be experiencing didn't even happen in the slightest is screaming at her to believe that what she is feeling is another nightmare, but it all too real to even feel like a nightmare or a mocking event to make her feel a sense of false hope. It didn't make sense, it just didn't make any sense.
Feeling her breath quickening once more, she dug into her trenchcoat and pulled out her handheld pipe-boy a materialized a thorazine and immediately yanked it into her neck going through the trench coat armor and pulling on it. As she pulled the thorazine out, she felt dizzy from the effects of the syringe but did significantly felt much calmer than she did a few seconds ago.
Of course it didn't change the current situation she was in, as she was still in this new area that she had never seen before, but at least she won't be in a frenzied state constantly when she is here for the time being.
Picking up her left glove and walking towards the gas mask. She put both of them on once more canceling all of her skin, she then pulled the Pipe-Boy 2500 out once more to get a better look at the condition, [100 Repair] Seeing how the condition of the Pipe-Boy was still working with no damage whatsoever, she then check the first section that the Pipe-Boy had and it worked just fine which showed a good sign.
The Dust Survivor took her eyes off of the Pipe-Boy and looked in both directions of the paved road, of course she wasn't going to walk on the grass field as tempting that was, and she knew that not walking on the road is just basically asking to be killed by some Tunneler's. Of course she might be entirely wrong on that subject, she didn't want to find out that they really were sensitive to the sun.
Looking back at the device, she pressed onto the World Map and. [42/100 Science] Lost connection.
. . .
What? How did it even lose connection? She wasn't underground or inside of a building, how wasn't there a way to connect?
Well. Sense that wasn't working, a quick check on her local map shows that too also lost connection. She grunted slightly before she moved the section towards her other parts, she checked her ammo to see if any were brought with her and it showed. . . what?
[42/1000 Science] All of the ammo and ammo types she has collected. . . all had a. . ?
What the fuck did a even mean? Was it all gone? No that can't be the case, if they were gone, then they wouldn't even show up in the- Wait. Why weren't any of her junk rounds showing up on the screen? Scrolling from top to bottom. None of the junk rounds she had stored didn't show up on the screen at all, not even hitting the Pipe-boy didn't make it show up.
Fortunately, the rest of the sections were fine to say the least. Despite her internal storage not exactly showing anything but only blocked off with a blur of sorts, and she couldn't see her weapon conditions anymore. But even if they were damaged somehow, in thanks of the Brotherhood of Steel back when she helped them in their efforts in consolidating control over the Big Empty over the tech scavengers, they provided a good upgrade to her Pipe-boy which included having much more storage space to place her guns, a good 450 Storage. And having her weapons being repaired automatically while it wasn't being used in the internal storage.
Did she have a living clue how that worked? No. But it did come from the Brotherhood of Steel. And it was an experimental upgrade from the Big Empty. And it did work as intended. So who is she to judge?
The Dust Survivor looked towards the paved road, and with no other options available for her on what to do. The only thing she could really do now was. Walk.
So, getting a good grip on her Ranger Sequoia in her holster, which she wasn't even going to question how she still has with her. She took a deep breath on her gas mask, and walked forward of the paved road.
"Willie? Are you sure this is wise? We are suppose to investigate the mysterious light-"
"Shh! Shush Phoebe! Do you really want to ruin our chances of getting their son? Like have you seen how hot he is?!
"But Willie!-"
"Relax, we'll still investigate that weird request Druella gave us, just let me enjoy this if you aren't going to help me"
Near a farm house and a shed on top of a small hill, laid two Mamonos. Willie was a Succubus and Phoebe was a werewolf.
The two Mamonos were selected to investigate near a paved road where there was a sudden surge of light that was emitted as if it was summoned by the Chief God herself. And the two were sent to investigate it. If they found anything, report back. If they didn't find or see anything out of the ordinary, simply return back.
That was 17 hours ago, and why didn't they report anything back? Because of Willie's sudden interest in a son's farmer that she has spotted, and now was craving for the farmer's son's seman.
There was specific reasons why Werewolfs have different seasons on when they find a husband, fuck em or to just simply relax and rest. Succubus's don't have that, so while the Succubus had the sudden urge to fuck, the Werewolf didn't and it annoyed her to no end and was even tempted to just leave her and just move back into base and simply state they didn't find anything.
But because she known Willie for a long time and they were good friends, Phoebe simply let the matter go off from her hands and simply stayed just so Willie didn't do anything remarkable stupid, and while yes it was already stupid that Succubus wanted to fuck a farmers son out of all options, but it was her problem so she wouldn't question it.
"Mmm~ I could already sense him~ I could already tell he's gonna be a good one~" The Succubus lustfully stated out loud just so the Werewolf could hear her. Which in response the Werewolf simply put some fingers on her eyes as she shook her head in disapproval at Willie's attempt of trying to get her lust awake while the Succubus giggled.
As the Mamono wolf continued to shake her head, she suddenly stopped giggling and turned around and gasped. This got the attention of Phoebe who stopped shaking her head and opened her eyes to see confusion on Willie's face.
"What the? Who the hel- '' Was the final words that came out of the Succubus's mouth before she saw three hit marks all on Willie's head as she then fell onto the ground as blood was seen on her head as Phoebe saw the Mamonos lifeless lives.
The Werewolf had her eyes widened as she gasped in horror, before she could even scream out in terror, she suddenly felt a sharp object make immediate contact with her neck stopping any form of verbal communication as she only made gargle sounds as a dirty gloved hand covered her mouth.
Phoebe tried to fight back but the strength of the unknown attacker was too strong, and she was too weak. As her resistance fell flat as she felt the life of her being sucked out and the blood she was losing. The werewolf felt the strangle on her mouth and the object on her neck being removed as she fell into the ground as her hands covered her wound with her still gurgling out blood but had enough strength to look at her murderous attacker.
The last thing her fearful eyes saw was a figure whose eyes glowed a dark blue color that screamed out rage and bloodlust, before the figure rose up its foot and when the foot made contact with her head. Everything went black.
"Dad? Did you hear something?"
Junior who had his head directed at the window then turned towards his 19 year old son and his eyes warmed up a bit. "Maybe. Didn't sound much, thought i heard a squirm or something" He said not wanting his son to be concerned.
"Oh Junior, you have to take a break sometimes, you're overworking yourself!" Called out his wonderful wife called Cery. Which Junior only frowned at that remark.
"Honey, you know this is for the best. My work is enough to make the order pay twice each time they come to my farm. This is for the best." Junior stubbornly stated at his wife who Cery simply peeked at him and gave him a unimpressed expression before going back what she was doing in the kitchen.
But what his wife's comment did ring true, he had been working a bit too much as of lately and he wasn't exactly sure why he felt so compelled to work so hard. Maybe he had been paranoid of a coming Druella army and him wanting to earn enough to get into one of the many fortified Order aligned cities to protect his family?
Maybe he should stay out of work for a day or two. Just so he can-
Then came in the loudest knocks on the door that Junior and anyone else in the family had ever heard in their lives as the three knocks on the door was enough to make the three jump on just how hard those knocks came in.
And while Junior thought it was the Mamnono finally coming, but threw it out of the idea as those monsters don't ever knock and would rather ambush one rather than give themselves away. Now under the belief that the person knocking was a human being.
All eyes were directed at the front door, Junior had his face pale while his wife looked at him with deep concern. Silently, Junior got up from the dinner table and ushered to be quiet as he slowly made his way towards the front door. Taking a breather, he placed his hand on the door handle and opened it.
And the figure right in front of him made him jump 3 feet back, the figure had glowing blue eyes as its uniform and armor were covered with sand and other sorts that stained the armor. The man froze as the figure stood there, watching him.
The armored man- or women, he couldn't really tell despite the posture. Slowly moved it's right hand over to its side and the glowing blue eyes turned off and with the same hand, the figure gave a slow wave.
While the uncomfortable blue eyes were gone, he couldn't even see through what laid behind, almost like it was a dark void, but not wanting to get on the person's bad side, he slowly gave a handwave back. "He-llo." Junior said calmly but still in alert.
The figure then motioned. Something? As the figure used its hands to gesture at the house, and then pointing to multiple directions with their hands before looking back at him. Junior was confused as all hel as he had no idea what the armored person just attempted to do.
"Umm. What?" Was all that Junior could even say.
The figure looked at him almost like it was staring deep into his soul. It then repeated the same gesture once more, pointing at his house, then pointing directions on multiple place with her other hand.
Junior was, again not really sure what to make of it, what exactly was this person trying to gesture? "I. . Am sorry, I don't really understand what you're trying to explain, can you speak it out?" As the figure hasn't said a word, he assumed that it could.
Instead, the figure gave a stare of that of if he had just said the stupidest thing imaginable to the person as it's left hand shook slightly towards before waving him off as it began to walk off clearly frustrated. Junior felt bad as it was clear he had offended the person, but was confused on what it was trying to gesture, like why point on the house and then point to some dir-. .
Wait, was she asking for directions for the nearest village?
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O h.
That made a lot more sense.
"Wait! Where are you looking for the nearest village?" Junior said towards the figure, who paused upon asking that question and took a moment to register what he had just said and slowly nodded.
Putting a hand on his chin, he pointed towards the west. "There's a village called Amberwood over there, follow the paved road and you'll get there. But it'll be a 12 hour walk at best, I can offe- oh." The man cut himself at his sentence when he realized the figure was now walking away again with a thumbs up before vaulting over his fence and walking over the hill.
After losing the figure of the armored person. Junior then went back inside and closed the door and went back into his seat at the dinner table where his son and wife had relief plastered on their face when he came back unharmed. Junior then took a bite on his food before his wife spoke up. "What did the person ask for?"
Junior chewed on the food for a bit trying to put the words together. "Well. ., they didn't exactly ask, more so they gestured where a village was at, I gave directions on where it was at and. . walked off towards where I pointed" Junior explained to his wife.
"You let them walk off? Why didn't you try-" His wife began to speak louder upon hearing he had just let them walk off but the husband raised up his hand and stopped her mid sentence.
"I tried to warn them about how long it was gonna be, but they were already walking away. What did you want me to do, escort them?" Junior gravely stated prompting Cery to be silent and continue to eat her food.
"The man didn't speak dad?" The son asked, confused as he took a bite off from the meat.
"Well, I didn't know what their gender was, the armor and coat made it pretty hard to tell which was which, and they didn't speak and I am going to assume that they couldn't even if they wanted to." Junior promptly stated before continuing to eat.
"What shame for that to happen to them, something horrific must've happened for them not being able to speak" Cery said with clear sympathy on her voice which Junior could only nod in agreement.
Something really bad must've happened to them, maybe that's the reason why they weren't bothered in the slightest it was nighttime.
Authors Note: Well. It's been a while, I must apologize for the long wait, and I apologize in advance if the chapter in the beginning was confusing, so sorry for that. And, I am not sure when I am gonna update this again, maybe next month? Maybe.
But yeah, any criticism is welcomed and uh, any help trying to figure out what the map of MGE is, as I need to know if I have to make a custom map or if there already is a map in a wiki I am not aware of. So that is really helpful.
And one thing to say, before you're confused on what exactly The Dust Survivor is wearing in appearance, basically it's a rough combination between Desert Ranger Combat Armor, Experimental Hazmat Suit (Or basically the gas mask of the ghost people for the mouth and eyes kinda). And The Survivor's Armor. A recent mod for Fallout: Dust specifically.
And just a short shoutout to Courier in Another World under the Author name of TotallyNotRobertEdwinHouse. For inspiring me to create my own fic with his own unique way. So kudos to him.
Also just one fun fact: This was originally supposed to be a Wendigo Fallout Dust/MGE Fanfic. Like I entertained the idea alot in my head but I never really was able to put into a story, so there that for you.
Well its 3 am for me and, yeah i'm gonna post this and going to bed, cya.