This is basically chapter 2 now, as we see The Courier walk through the middle of nowhere. "Alone at the edge of the abyss…"
The Courier had been walking for hours at this point. He still had half a canteen of water left, and some junk food and blood sausages, but that was it. He had begun to walk a road, traveling north for no apparent reason. He didn't know where he was going, but going in a direction was guaranteed to at least get him into a small town or a village. As time passed, it said it was around 1 AM on his Pip-Boy, but it didn't feel like it, the sky still being the same blood-red shade. He was getting tired, but he's had to deal with much worse than this, thinking back to his travels in The Divide. Gathering his thoughts, he noticed a sign: "Pentagram City, 100 miles".
"Odd name for a city.", he thought to himself, as he decided to keep walking the road.
He saw the occasional farm, with odd looking livestock, a few gas stations too. Maybe this was a hallucination like when he took the Mother Punga fruit, surely this wasn't Hell, right? He hadn't spotted anyone yet in this barren hellhole, something he was glad for. He wasn't ready to talk to any of the locals, as it would freak him out. Nevertheless, he kept walking, his body only growing more and more exhausted. To take his mind off his exhaustion, he decided to put the downloaded songs on his holotape to use, putting on the playlist he stored in it, as he heard the familiar tunes of "Jingle Jangle Jingle" playing through his helmet.
He could see some buildings in the distance with another sign: "Pentagram City, 50 miles". He was getting close, as the traffic picked up now, with some of the weirdest looking creatures staring at him through their windows, as he walked down the road. Some of them looked like…humanoid animals? While others had horns and tails, and some were brightly colored too. He truly was a stranger in a strange land. One car, no wait, van, slowed down to a crawl alongside The Courier, on the side of the road, as they rolled down the window, revealing one of these creatures, who had black and white striped horns, with an odd heart-shaped skull on the center of his forehead.
"Hey dickweed, what's with the helmet, and the armor? You some kind of mercenary?", said the opportunistic demonoid as they noticed his armor.
There was a silence following the comment, as The Courier dismissed the strange demon's comment, not really thinking about this interaction, as he continued to walk further into the city.
"Of fucking course, ignoring a lowly imp such as myself. Thank you so fucking much." The "imp" said with annoyance, as he rolled up his window, stepped on the gas, and drove off.
One more sign was in the distance: "You are now arriving in Pentagram City". As the city came into view, The Courier saw great towering skyscrapers, something that vaguely resembled the skyscrapers in his own world, yet these ones weren't damaged at all.
The Courier was shocked to see a world not bathed in fire and radiation compared to his own world, having long been consumed by it. Soon the side of the road turned into a proper sidewalk, as demons of all sorts passed him, staring at him confusingly. The Courier paid no mind to the confused stares, so long as they weren't trying to start trouble with him. As he perused the downtown area, he noticed a weird looking spider with white fur, and mismatched eyes, something that in his world would be seen as nothing more than a strange mutant, here, they seemed to be a prostitute. Luckily the prostitute didn't care to notice The Courier's glance. "Some things never change", The Courier said to himself quietly, a small smile on his face, albeit hidden behind his helmet.
Continuing his travels downtown, he saw a large building resembling a hotel. It had a large sign on the top, with the letters in red bright light. "Hazbin Hotel" it said. The Courier wondered why it was named that, maybe because it's a shell of its former glory? Who knows. Around the city, he saw many billboards, all promoting a company that looked like a monopoly, known as "VoxTek".
He saw what looked to be miniature Pip-Boys in various colors, pink, black, green. Some were in cases, and some were not, and another thing, they weren't wrapped around their arms, they were small enough to fit in their pockets. He tried to look over at some of the screens on them, seeing them watch…videos on their mini Pip-Boys? One of them was a video of the leader of VoxTek showcasing brand new advanced products, the leader's name was unsurprisingly "Vox".
The mannerisms of "Vox", along with his television like face reminded The Courier of Mr. House. Although he really didn't know the demon, The Courier got bad vibes from Vox, blurting out, "Slimy son of a bitch". The Courier said that a bit too loudly, as the demon who's strange Pip-Boy he was looking over turned around, giving him a dirty look and flipping him off.
He wondered now why there weren't any other humans in Hell as far as he knew. The Courier shrugged it off for now, focusing on where the hell he was gonna stay, and how he was gonna earn money. That hotel seemed like a safe bet, but how was he going to hide that fact that he is a human? The Courier grabbed his holotape, putting it in his pockets, as he attempted to connect to a nearby radio station.
He managed to connect to a news station for a brief moment, hearing a snippet of dialogue:"A notable trafficker's body just now found on the Pride Ring, having been killed during the Extermination-"
The Courier turned off the radio right then and there, feeling uneasy. What did they mean by "Extermination"? Did they mean genocide? It was another unnerving thing about this place. With a sigh, he reluctantly started his slow trog towards the hotel, feeling something heavy in his stomach.
It was an odd feeling, as he rarely experienced it. He faced the X-42 giant robo-scorpion in the face, he faced the Legate with all his men supporting him in the camp, he fought aliens out of all things imaginable, but… was this really the thing to cause him fear? To carry a heavy weight of worry and anxiety? He felt humiliated just thinking about it. As he began to lose himself in the dread that he felt, he lost track of time, feeling as if hours had gone by while in reality only minutes passed in the rest of the world.
Finally arriving at the front doors of the hotel, he was overcome by a feeling of unease staring at the mosaic glass doors. This feeling of unease was intensified, as he could not see through the front-door windows, thinking it was a two-way window. With another reluctant sigh, he knocked on the door. The Courier had a feeling he was doomed, as his hands shook slightly, he was unsure if that would truly be the case.
End of Chapter 2, Chapter 3 is most likely going to be longer, no idea though, just trying to brainstorm stuff!