Stories from the amazing Herbert Daring Dashwood, Greatest Wasteland Explorer there ever was.
As we stumbled out of the metro tunnel, I counted my bullets precisely. One can never be too careful out in wastes of course. the sun was harsh after our time crawling the bowels of the city, so we sat on the stairs to the surface and passed the last bottle of water absently minded to each other, swigging it down greedily. I didnt speak to Argyle. he hadn't looked at me the same since i shot those ferals in the metro. He actually tried calling out for one to stop, but he has to know they cant be reasoned with. "Y'know..." Arglye spoke up briefly "I think we're actually close for a change". He said as he pulled out the yellowed and tattered map and…Read more >